At one time, I didn't think this relatively peripheral theologoumenon would occasion much passion today. I was wrong. See my article on limbo at Pontifications.
And Brood with the Shades Unblest
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* Hallowe’en in a Suburbby H. P. Lovecraft *
The steeples are white in the wild moonlight,
And the trees have a silver glare;
Past the chimneys high ...
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