at the violet hour. (wire in the blood)
carol, self-deceit; meme response
#But you could stay, he says( fiction )written for
atlashrugged; title from t. s. eliot's the waste land (naturally). At the violet hour, when the eyes and back / Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits / Like a taxi throbbing waiting, / I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives, / Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see / At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives / Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea (ll. 215-220).
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