…they were led down concave weed-spined lanes in an endless land, down the twists and turns of a long, long story, a boundless and-then, toward a place something like the place Sophie at Edgewood contemplated in the dark-etched trump called the Banquet: a long table clothed in just-folded linen, it’s claw feet absurd in the flowers beneath twisted and knotty trees, the tall compote overflowing, the symmetrical candelabra, the many places set, all empty. (p. 263)
I want to be there. Even if I don’t know for what, or whom, we’re waiting.
Dolce Bellezza 
What time is dinner and shall I being a bottle of White or red?
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For the crowd in this book, elderberry and dandelion are more appropriate and likely choices.
The Lesser Arcana in that tarot deck are amusing.
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