April 27 (Earth) Liber LXV, Cap. I, v. 40-42

[GabrielO]

**40. The joy of men shall be our silver gleam, their woe our blue gleam — all in the mother-of-pearl.
41. (The scribe was wroth thereat. He spake:
O Adonai and my master, I have borne the inkhorn and the pen without pay, in order that I might search this river of Amrit, and sail thereon as one of ye. This I demand for my fee, that I partake of the echo of your kisses.)
42. (And immediately it was granted unto him.)
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[Anonymous]

I'm thinking a connection between the silver and blue here (v. 40) with the silver and stones of precious water of Legis, but it's probably a (big) stretch.

41–42 is mostly pretty clear, I think.