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  "thread": {
    "id": 1158,
    "subject": "Taste of Honey",
    "messages": 1,
    "voices": 1,
    "first": "1998-10-11T04:05:00+00:00",
    "last": "1998-10-11T04:05:00+00:00"
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  "messages": [
    {
      "message_id": "<urth-v0019-0089@digest.urth.net>",
      "from": {
        "name": "m.driussi",
        "address": "m.driussi at genie.com"
      },
      "date": "1998-10-11T04:05:00+00:00",
      "subject": "(urth) Taste of Honey",
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          "text": "\"As URTH makes clear, the Old Autarch's function, both in the story\nand in the world, is to prepare the way for Severian. His career and\nhis trial mark the road the New Sun must follow. So Appian is a\nfittingly evocative name for him. `Appian' is close to the Latin\n`apia' (bee), an apt name for a servant under the honey steward . .\n.\" (from \"The Death of Catherine the Weal and Other Stories,\" written\nin 1992 for Clute's book and still unpublished).\n\nSigh.  Here's a taste of honey that's far from sweet; one of the last\nremaining granules of thunder from an essay that must have bred whole\nherds of dust bunnies by now, covering hearth and heath from Hibernia\nto the white cliffs of Dover.  Feeley's 1991 essay, which included\nsome stuff about the honey and the bees, failed to make the Appian\nlink (or so I thought and still believe)--hence the aformentioned\ngranule, an erg, a spark that dreamed of being a bolt.\n\nBut that's a common enough experience, I'm sure everybody knows\nit--you work hard on something, send it off and wait.  Years go by.\nNothing happens--the thing is lost under a rock in a deep cave in the\nmiddle of a black forest at the bottom of the ocean. It moulders\namong the boulders.\n\nWhen things are published, at the very least there's a sense of\nclosure.  True, the thing might not be read by many (and in that\nsense it is almost equivalent to being under a rock, etc.), but it is\ndone, completed, a matter of record, for better or worse.\n\nAh well."
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