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|Value 20 - 29 = […] it will speak to you […] in hazy images […]: one day, devils will bring their hunts to stranger shores. Their silver hunting-horns will ring out over places yet undiscovered, though the shape of such places is unfixed in your mind, and distant. | |Value 20 - 29 = […] it will speak to you […] in hazy images […]: one day, devils will bring their hunts to stranger shores. Their silver hunting-horns will ring out over places yet undiscovered, though the shape of such places is unfixed in your mind, and distant. | ||
|Value 30 - 49 = […] it will speak to you […]: a dreamer will awake after sleeping for centuries, and find that nothing will remain of their dream-life. Of the waking world they will encounter, they will understand little […] but there will be no dream for them to return to. | |Value 30 - 49 = […] it will speak to you […]: a dreamer will awake after sleeping for centuries, and find that nothing will remain of their dream-life. Of the waking world they will encounter, they will understand little […] but there will be no dream for them to return to. | ||
| − | |Value 50 | + | |Value 50 = […] Parabola will always hold the dreams of London's pleasures – the tea shops and music halls […] But they will conceal themselves from the visitors of the Sixth and Seventh cities; for a Londoner cannot countenance being seen as antiquated. |
|Value 70 - 89 = […] it will speak in hazy images and not so much in words: dream-castles of silk will always rise in Parabola. Though in what broken patterns the spiders will weave their webs, drunken on sights of a still-dawning age, you cannot quite see. | |Value 70 - 89 = […] it will speak in hazy images and not so much in words: dream-castles of silk will always rise in Parabola. Though in what broken patterns the spiders will weave their webs, drunken on sights of a still-dawning age, you cannot quite see. | ||
|Value 90 - 100 = […] the dreams of Polythreme will fill to the brim, as they always do, with the screaming, angry ''things'' that no longer find purchase in the Is – violent penny-farthings, insouciant stovepipe hats, and other ephemera of a bygone age. | |Value 90 - 100 = […] the dreams of Polythreme will fill to the brim, as they always do, with the screaming, angry ''things'' that no longer find purchase in the Is – violent penny-farthings, insouciant stovepipe hats, and other ephemera of a bygone age. | ||
