So, sometimes there's a gemstone hidden in the dross.
In this case, the dross is a volume of WEIRD TALES stories by Seabury Quinn, and the gem was a brief passage from a Rossetti poem I hadn't read:
. . . bright babes had Lilith and Adam
Shapes that coiled in the woods and waters
Glittering sons and radiant daughters
And if this were not enough, thanks to the wonders of the Internet I was able to quickly track down and read the entire poem ("Eden's Bower"), in the process finding a second quotable passage that draws a chill, esp. when juxtaposed with the first:
. . . in the cool of the day in the garden
God shall walk without pity or pardon.
current reading: "The Whisperer in Darkness" by H. P. L., plus a book of short stories by Seabury Quinn
orphaned in black
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