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- 1964
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- A stroll?
A walk. What difference does it make? Come on.
- What was she, Kenrick?
- "She", ma'am?
go Po oo o o oo oo,
oo o q o
So, what was she?
- Her hair was black, I believe.
- Do you? Excellent.
lack on one of her heads
and green on the other, perhaps?
- Only one head, madam.
- How disappointing.
ut her eyes, were they gold or silver? Ow
- I don't remember.
- ut she did have eyes, I take it?
(chnuckhEs) Never mind, Kenrick.
If you don't want to talk, I won't pry. Thank you.
I'm sorry, ma'am.
- Are you?
- Yes, ma'am.
Early this day, I found myself standing
once again before Ligeia's grave,
allowing me to observe
a rather singular circumstance.
The date of her death had disappeared
from Ligeia's tombstone,
oo o o o o o Roo
I don't know which confounds me more,
the defacing or the importance you place on it.
- Doesn't it seem odd?
- Yes, it does.
It seems grotesque, in fact. A malicious prank.
- Good Lord, Verden, I don't know.
- What are you trying to tell me?
- Simply that it is neither a prank nor malicious.
Look at that stone, Christopher.
Consider what has been cut from the marble.
Not her name... not the inscription...
...only the date of her death.
Where's the date of her birth?
I never knew her age.
And consider, Christopher,
how carefully it has been cut.
Surely not the work of any malicious prank ster.
The ancients carved prophecies
- This prank is also a prophecy.
- Of what? From whom?
- Verden, this is surely...
- Of return, Christopher. Of Ligeia's return.
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No No,, o o o
These words
were among the last she ever spoke to me...
"Nor lie in death forever."
(VErdErn) "Man need not kneel before the angels
nor lie in death forever,
save for the weakness of his feeble will."
Ligeia's will was as fierce as her...
as her body was frail.
Outwardly calm, even placid...
...she nevertheless pitted herself against death
with a passion words are impotent to convey.
As her body progressively wasted,
she seemed to turn to the very stones
of the abbey for renewed strength,
as if they could sustain
that burning desire for life...
...only for life, that ravaged her
as much as the fever of disease.
In a sense, Ligeia became the abbey.
She never entered or left a room,
never walked down the darkest passageway
without somehow illuminating it
Like a blind man,
I could sense her presence, but not see her
oo o o o oc o c o
Her voice in the rustle of draperies,
the lightness of her footfall
in the fluttering of a moth's wing
Even at the end,
she seemed to have vanquished death.
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