From the display:
“A long procession of people filed through my mind—people whom…I knew so many years ago—so many centuries ago, it seems…[T]he dreaming shades seemed in right accord with each other, and fitting. Nobody else knew that a procession of the dead was passing through…but there it was, and to me there was nothing uncanny about it; no, they were welcome faces to me.”
– Letter to Will Bowen
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