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TorgoX (1933)

TorgoX
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Wednesday November 10, 2004
05:23 PM

This empire

[ #21796 ]
Dear Log,

«There is a sense of emptiness that comes over us at evening, with the odor of the elephants after the rain and the sandalwood ashes growing cold in the braziers, a dizziness that makes rivers and mountains tremble on the fallow curves of the planispheres where they are portrayed, and rolls up, one after the other, the despatches announcing to us the the collapse of the last enemy troops, from defeat to defeat, and flakes the wax of the seals of obscure kings who beseech our protection, offering in exchange annual tributes of precious metals, tanned hides, and tortoise shell.

It is the desperate moment when we discover that this empire, which had seemed to be the sum of all wonders, is an endless, formless ruin, that corruption's gangrene has spread too far to be healed by our scepter, that the triumph over enemy sovereigns has made us the heirs of their long undoing.»

--Italo Calvino: Invisible Cities