October 17 (Luna) Liber VII, Cap. VI, v. 9-13
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**9. Then a terrible disease seized upon the folk of the grey land; and we rejoiced.
10. O my God, disguise Thy glory!
11. Come as a thief, and let us steal away the Sacraments!
12. In our groves, in our cloistral cells, in our honeycomb of happiness, let us drink, let us drink!
13. It is the wine that tinges everything with the true tincture of infallible gold.
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**9. Then a terrible disease seized upon the folk of the grey land; and we rejoiced.
10. O my God, disguise Thy glory!
11. Come as a thief, and let us steal away the Sacraments!
12. In our groves, in our cloistral cells, in our honeycomb of happiness, let us drink, let us drink!
13. It is the wine that tinges everything with the true tincture of infallible gold.
**- Something strange happens-- as you think you are going to fail the rest of the world fails instead. In Anti-Oedipus they refer to Kafka's short story "In the Penal Colony" regarding this.
- Trying not to act too smug about that (or something else. I don't know).
- "But to the fighter equally hateful as to the victor, is your grinning death which stealeth nigh like a thief,—and yet cometh as master." --Thus Spoke Zarathustra (Ch. 21 Voluntary Death)
12., 13. Not too sure except obvious interpretations. Digging the graal.
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