Epigraph
Here, b’y, is the issue of our plighted troth.
Why I am the scribe and not you, God knows:
and you have his secret.
D.W.
“There’s no sense in going further—it’s the edge of cultivation,”
So they said, and I believed it...
Till a voice, as bad as Conscience, rang interminable changes
On one everlasting Whisper day and night repeated—so:
“Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges—
Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go!”
—Kipling’s “The Explorer.”