![]() The day supplyeth us with truths, the night with fictions and falsehoods, which uncomfortably divide the natural account of our beings. A good part of our sleepes is peeced out with visions, and phantasticall objects wherin wee are confessedly deceaved. Half our dayes wee passe in the shadowe of the earth, and the brother of death exacteth a third part of our lives. One is the opening paragraph from his essay “On Dreams”: There are few if any passages in the works of Sir Thomas Browne that I do not find thoroughly delightful but two afford me particularly intense pleasure. ![]()
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