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The Jeweller by John Cale

John Cale
The Jeweller

Very slowly he sipped his tea, not shifting his glance from the thick double spaced printing he read with his jeweller's eye
Engrossed in his corner, he passed onto the other inhabitants of the room a scrawled insularity of time and space
For both passed him by with the speed of light, not unlike the flow of substance, however varied, into that lysergic entity known as the black hole
He was hardly ugly for his time, and conversation was certainly not lost on him
Drastic measures were called for, and as in antiquity the lonely man was blessed with wisdom to the point of desperation
But there in his corner, developing around him like a sun, was a climate of such rare beauty that sight and sound could no longer be considered sufficient food for the senses
And he had begun to notice, as his hearing failed, that mind and matter were in no way connected to one other, as if in fact the one could not propose and prove its erotic existence in terms of the other
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