Yesterday I was at Windsor Station, and noticed that the music in the
café in the former stationmaster's office sounded rather familiar;
the stereo there was playing one of my favourite discs from some years back,
Dead Can Dance's Within the Realm of a Dying Sun (the closing strains
of Xavier and the opening of Dawn of the Iconoclast).
Then my train rolled in, and for a moment I had a vision that it was not
the nondescript Hitachi tin can it was, but something from an earlier era;
a great steel locomotive, with one baleful burning eye of a headlamp.
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