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Patriarchs of the Infant World[1]

Father, Child – Under One Quilt[2]

It is a Wise Child that knows his own Father[3]

Thou Art my Father – thou my Author – thou my Being Giv’st me[4]

Even a Rough Sketch, a Shadow, a Tiny Fragment of a Dad is still a Dad[5]

A Father is a Reality-Concealing Machine – a machine for dishing up Lies to children[6]

It is not ye that Speak – but the Spirit of your Father which Speaketh in you[7]

To You your Father should be as a God – One that Composes your

Beauties, Yea, and One to whom you are but as a Form in Wax[8]

We All have to take the Step that Separates us from our Father[9]

Thy Father is Transfus’d into thy Blood[10]

[1] William Cullen Bryant, Thanatopsis

[2] Shushiki tr. Lucian Stark & Takashi Ikemoto, Frost of Separation

[3] Homer tr. Samuel Butler, The Odyssey

[4] John Milton, Paradise Lost

[5] Jean-Dominique Bauby tr. Jeremy Leggatt, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly

[6] Yukio Mishima tr. John Nathan, The Sailor Who Fell from Grace with the Sea

[7] Matthew 10:20 (King James)

[8] William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

[9] Hermann Hesse tr. Damion Searls, Demian

[10] John Dryden, Ode

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