![]() This Book takes its name from the writer, who was cup-bearer to Artaxerxes, (surnamed Longimanus) king of Persia, and was sent by him with a commission to rebuild the walls of Jerusalem. He felt as though he'd glimpsed the infinite and, instead of being rendered inchoate by his relative insignificance, had understood, just for an instant, his place in the whole thing. There was a constant sensation of being simultaneously pushed in all directions, of being compressed down while expanding rapidly, all contradictory sensations that added up to a glimpse of something massive beyond scale and more intimate than the dearest of secrets. He never was sure when he got off the train, if he ever did. Each time he thought about the memory, there were different people in the car: sometimes it was full of varying numbers of shadowy figures, other times, he was alone, and he once swore he heard the door open and someone enter behind him. Puzzlingly, he seemed to recall standing in what seemed to be a darkened subway car at some point. Every time tried to recall details, they seemed to change. ![]() He didn’t remember much of it afterwards, just faint impressions, like emotions attached to memories he’d forgotten.
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