Eric Wallis Lilies and Iris painting

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quality pierced Sufyan's hearing like a spike. The smoke cleared quickly enough, because Chamcha flung open a window and fanned feverishly at the fumes, while apologizing to Sufyan in tones of acute embarrassment: "I really can't say what came over me, -- but at times I fear I am changing into something, -- something one must call bad." , awkwardly, "has long been subject of profound debate. For example, great Lucretius tells us, in _De Rerum Natura_, this following thing: _quodcumque suis mutatumfinibus exit, continuo hoc mors est illius quodfuit ante_. Which being translated, forgive my clumsiness, is 'Whatever by its changing goes out of its frontiers,' --that is, bursts its banks, -- or, maybe, breaks out of its
Sufyan, kindly fellow that he was, went over to where Chamcha sat clutching at his horns, patted him on the shoulder, and tried to bring what good cheer he could. "Question of mutability of the essence of the self," he began