Chapter V: Seward's Phonograph, Audio
[There's a soft murmuring of gold-leaflet read in an undertone. The professor is passive, if not elated, across two years it was more-so than he had ever felt as he whispered across the brassy instrument.]
And it shall come to pass in the day that the Lord shall give thee rest from thy sorrow, and from thy fear, and from the hard bondage wherein thou wast made to serve.
Heh.. How strange that I should feel this relief. A thinning of my blood, a weightlessness of my soul. I forgot just what it was like.. to wake without the sense of burden.
Yea, it's as if that dark peculiar shadow over me has faded from existence entirely.
Hmhm, of course my mind rebel at mere thought of stagnation, for now that I am assuaged of one duty, I should saddle myself with another.
And it shall come to pass in the day that the Lord shall give thee rest from thy sorrow, and from thy fear, and from the hard bondage wherein thou wast made to serve.
Heh.. How strange that I should feel this relief. A thinning of my blood, a weightlessness of my soul. I forgot just what it was like.. to wake without the sense of burden.
Yea, it's as if that dark peculiar shadow over me has faded from existence entirely.
Hmhm, of course my mind rebel at mere thought of stagnation, for now that I am assuaged of one duty, I should saddle myself with another.