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– Alain de Botton, The Architecture of Happiness, p.262

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“There is a slumber so deep that it annihilates time. It is like a fragment of eternity. Beneath its enchantment of vacancy, a day seems like a thousand years, and a thousand years might well pass as one day.

It was such a sleep that fell upon Hermas in the Grove of Daphne. An immeasurable period –  an interval of life so blank and empty that he could not tell whether it was long or short – had passed over him when his senses began to stir again. The setting sun was shooting arrows of gold under the glossy laurel-leaves. He rose and stretched his arms, grasping a smooth branch above him and shaking it, to make sure that he was alive. Then he hurried back toward Antioch, treading lightly as if on air.”

- Henry Van Dyke, "The Lost Word," opening lines of ch. 3, (1898)

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