THE CITY OF LOST CHILDREN -- ILLUSTRATED SCREENPLAY & SCREENCAP GALLERY

[Mademoiselle Bismuth] But, sweetheart, it's Irvin's birthday.

[Krank] Irvin's birthday?

Why, of course. How could I have forgotten?

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American-Buddha Librarian's Comments:

William Blake in "The Book of Urizen" wrote:

But Urizen, laid in a story sleep,
Unorganiz'd, rent from Eternity.

The Eternals said: `What is this? Death?
Urizen is a clod of clay!'

Los howl'd in a dismal stupor,
Groaning, gnashing, groaning,
Till the wrenching apart was healèd.

But the wrenching of Urizen heal'd not.
Cold, featureless, flesh or clay,
Rifted with direful changes,
He lay in a dreamless night,

Till Los rous'd his fires, affrighted
At the formless, unmeasurable Death.

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