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Bookworms I
 
Some Strange Experiences in Cheltenham
 
by
 
D. P. Woveweft

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That which compels us to seek out knowledge, by the examination of worthy books, and writing of the same; also the study of ancient long forgotten wisdom, is not the desire for truth, virtue or contentment.    

That which compels us to seek out knowledge is an ignorance of the forms of knowing. For it is through deceit and turmoil of the spirit that ancient minds unlock the abyss between the known and unknown. Thereby revealing the violence, depravity and madness of those immortal intellects that bring us to understand the ravenous void that exists beyond our imagination.

 Fragment from the Liber Quiriga as translated by Henry Norwood in 1672

‘...and with that the stars were opened Mr Miles, I saw them there unmasked and dancing in an alien light. It was the dance that I have already described to you and with it they were attempting to steal their way into our world.’ 

 Those words were to be the end of my scientific career and the beginning of what can only be described as an unhealthy obsession with the macabre and strange, occurrences that are best left forgotten by the curious observer and undoubtedly fatal to the more persistent mind, indeed those words should form the bitter irony of my epitaph.

Published June 2007
 
(108 pp, 10 Photographs, Paperback)
 
£7.95 including P&P
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