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Meeting Paul was just like two people meeting,” says John.

“Not falling in love or anything. Just us. It went on. It worked.
—  The Beatles: The Authorised Biography, Hunter Davies

So it’s the summer of 1871, and Rimbaud meets Verlaine and he’s like, “Yo. I know about poetry.” And Verlaine’s like, “Yo. i know more about poetry.” And Rimbaud’s like, “That’s impossible. You wanna have an affair?” And Verlaine’s like, “…Yeah, that’s cool.”


“Oh, the symphonic shriek of a thousand hiding voices, the cry of the need inside, the entity, the silent watcher, the cold quiet thing, the one that laughs, the moondancer. The me that was not me, the thing that mocked and laughed and calling with its hunger.”
                                                                       - Jeff Lindsay, Darkly Dreaming Dexter