San Luis, 26 August 2004
They looking back, all th’ eastern side beheld Of Paradise, so late thir happie seat, Wav’d over by that flaming Brand, the Gate With dreadful Faces throng’d and fierie Armes. Som natural tears they drop’d, but wip’d them soon; The World was all before them, where to choose Thir place of rest, and Providence thir guide: They hand in hand with wand’ring steps and slow, Through Eden took thir solitarie way.
Milton, Paradise Lost, Book XII
Table of Contents
Cover Page
Title Page
Copyright Page
Table of Contents
PART 01
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
PART 02
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
Epilogue