“Dearest princess!” I replied, “I do not know what you are talking about. I am not luminous, and I never saw a luminous man. In our country nobody has a light of his own.”
“Alas!” said the princess, “what a fearful fate it must be to have no light, and to live in a country of perpetual darkness.”
Franz Hartmann, Among the Gnomes
LXXXIII
Droplets of water, like tinkling bells,
Fall from the cup of the Princess of Shells.
From mellifluous depths is her liquor drawn,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
— In Nomine Babalon: 156 Adorations to the Scarlet Goddess
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