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  • I stood checked for a moment - awe, not fear, fell upon me - and whist I stood, a solemn wind began to blow, the most mournful that ever ear heard. Mournful! That is saying nothing. It was a wind that had swept the fields of mortality for a hundred centuries.

    Thomas De Quincey (1852). “Confessions of an English Opium-eater: And Suspiria de Profundis”, p.175