Chapter 7 sound

My cradle is backed by a bookcase, In this dark tower of Babel, verse stories, science, novels, Ashes of Rome, dust of Greece, Miscellaneous but old, everything that one expects to find.I'm only about the size of a folio. I often hear two voices.One is sinister and haunting: "The world is a delicious, sweet cake; I'll give you an appetite like cake, Then your happiness will be endless! " Another followed: "Come! O! come and wander in dreams, Clear beyond the possible range, please cross the boundaries of the known world! " The former voice sang like the wind on the beach,

like a ghost from nowhere With a melodious yet frightening cry, So I replied to the latter: "Okay! Sweet voice!" Why!Henceforth my scars and my bad luck began. Background from the boundless life arena Behind, from the bottom of the darkest abyss, I clearly found a strange world, My ecstatic insight caused me pain, I dragged the snake along, but the snake bit my shoe. Since then, like those prophets, I am deeply in love with the desert and the sea, I laugh dumbly in sorrow, I laugh sadly in joy, From the bitterest of bitters I taste sweetness; I tend to take the truth for a lie,

He fell into a trap because he raised his eyes to the sky. But the voice comforted me and said, "Keep your dreams alive; Smart people don't have such wonderful dreams as crazy people! "