C-HLB03 (Jun 29, 2016)
Puzzle
“A quarrel with God can only end in double dirge.”
R.R. Trivia | 1 Word
Clue
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Clue 1: This word is the title of a not-so-famous poem, and plays a key role in a much more famous poem, by this author.
Clue 2: She's either lost or doubly-dead, depending on the poem.
Clue 3: Edgar Allen Poe.
Answer and Explanation
Answer: Lenore
Explanation: In The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe, he 'quarrels with God' in the form of talking to a raven, driving himself insane in the process. Also in the less-famous poem Lenore, Poe says 'A dirge for her, the doubly dead'.
Summary of Receipt
Summary
Transcript
CAFE AND DINER RECEIPT
DATE: 6/29/16
BY R.R.
HORRORS CASE NO. 3
Now that I am “in the Cafe,” I can delve into what I bring to the table in more detail. I have always had an interest in the paranormal and supernatural. It was what truly connected J.L. and I in high school. After our breakup, I spent a semester overseas in Germany, where I worked at a “New Age” bookstore to pay my way. It was there I was exposed to greater cosmic truths—the Andereseite, Rückseite, Oberseite, and Unterseite. The cyclical and spherical nature of our Universe. Der Vogel. Die Schuld. Die Kalten.
I became infatuated with the very nature of the Universe and its intricacies, and I was desperate to further connect myself to its winding threads. So, I took up many gnostic and psychonautic practices to explore realms beyond what the Flipside could offer. It took years to master meditation, reality checks, and third-eye visualization. And to even suggest that I have mastered them would be entirely incorrect. I have only just begun to reap the rewards of my efforts—and they all pointed me to J.L.’s Cafe and Diner.
Like C.C., my dreamscape has been flooded with the ink-black waves of the Unterseite. When I am not dreaming of the Cafe, I am lost in an infinite ocean guarded by a towering overseer—Leviathan. However, in my dreams, Leviathan does not seem to be an agent of ill-will or chaos. To me, he feels more like a protector of the oceans under his domain. I have tried to address him by name in many tongues to see what stirs beneath his rolling waves, but he has never acknowledged me. His gaze seems to be fixated intently on some source of blinding light deep below the surface. I suppose, in that sense, our dreams seem to align.