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I crawled about the red carpet from book to book; I smelled their pages in a rite of worship; and then I hauled myself on to my crutches and swung to and fro, fairy figures whirling about me, all round the room.
   Pointed, feral faces peer through leaves; half-naked, half-childish sprites with butterfly wings fly against the moon.  They arch in delight through mauve, Otherworld twilight by Heath Robinson and Arthur Rackham; they soar above the star-soft night-lights of towns by Edmund Dulac.

(Christopher J. Koch, The Doubleman 1.3)