“Features distorted in the flickering light
Faces are twisted and grotesque
Silent and stern in the sweltering night
The mob moves like demons possessed

Quiet in conscience, calm in their right
Confident their ways are best
-- Witch Hunt (Part III of 'Fear') (1981)”

— Neil Peart

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Canadian-American drummer , lyricist, and author 1952–2020

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The reader became the book; and summer night
Was like the conscious being of the book.”

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Context: The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer night
Was like the conscious being of the book.
The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The words were spoken as if there was no book,
Except that the reader leaned above the page,
Wanted to lean, wanted much most to be
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The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
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The access of perfection to the page.
And the world was calm. The truth in a calm world,
In which there is no other meaning, itself
Is calm, itself is summer and night, itself
Is the reader leaning late and reading there.