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 <p>But that&rsquo;s not what happened. What happened is that I was torn down to the point where I had to make the choice of Job: do I move forward with greater knowledge, with a sense of self made perhaps just that much more calloused by the bittersweet, with that much more protection against the wiles of life; or do I take a step back, settle into who I was, remain in fear and let resentment be my barrier against the unknown things. </p>
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 <p>After all of the poetry of the preceding chapters, we once more settle back into the world of the legend.</p>
-<p>And here, it is tempting to dismiss the rest. Job continues on, does he not? He gets new kids. He gets twice as much as he had before. His life is rebuilt, and Blake depicts his life as glowing, beyond mere pleasance. \parencite[48]{blake}</p>
-<p>This is only part of the image, though. He and his family play harps and lyres and winds. One of his sons sings. Even as the sun and moon shine behind them all, even as his new flocks lay in peace before them, even as they stand before the trunk of what must be one of his crops and yet may well be the world tree, or perhaps the tree of knowledge of good and evil (this is Blake we are talking about, one can never be too careful), Job and his wife live on but not unchanged. Where Job&rsquo;s wife reads and prays in piety in the first plate, in the last, her countenance is sad, concerned, touched by worry. Whereas Job in the first plate has a smooth face, innocence in his pores, in the last, his forehead is wrinkled, his eyes more tired, his mien more open to the worries of the world. \parencite[48]{blake}</p>
+<p>And here, it is tempting to dismiss the rest. Job continues on, does he not? He gets new kids. He gets twice as much as he had before. His life is rebuilt, and Blake depicts his life as glowing, beyond mere pleasance. \parencite[plate 1]{blake}</p>
+<p>This is only part of the image, though. He and his family play harps and lyres and winds. One of his sons sings. Even as the sun and moon shine behind them all, even as his new flocks lay in peace before them, even as they stand before the trunk of what must be one of his crops and yet may well be the world tree, or perhaps the tree of knowledge of good and evil (this is Blake we are talking about, one can never be too careful), Job and his wife live on but not unchanged. Where Job&rsquo;s wife reads and prays in piety in the first plate, in the last, her countenance is sad, concerned, touched by worry. Whereas Job in the first plate has a smooth face, innocence in his pores, in the last, his forehead is wrinkled, his eyes more tired, his mien more open to the worries of the world. \parencite[plate 21]{blake}</p>
 <p>The Job of the fable appears largely unchanged, simply happy to live out the rest of his days, and it is tempting to dismiss this as just how fables work, but, as Mitchell puts it, &ldquo;Blake, who with all his gnostic eccentricities is the only interpreter to understand that the theme of this book is spiritual transformation, makes a clear distinction between the worlds of the prologue and of the epilogue.&rdquo; \parencite[xxix]{mitchell} The instruments hang, untouched, on the tree behind the family in the first plate, while they play them actively in the last. They &ldquo;look up to heaven with drowsy piety&rdquo; in the first, while in the last they look knowingly ahead, out into the world.</p>
 <p>Job has confronted God, has seen Him in His whirlwind, has heard Him speak, heard that note of exclamation, heard when &ldquo;the deep will, contemplating the world it has created, says &ldquo;Behold, it is very good.&rdquo;&rdquo; \parencite[xxviii]{mitchell}</p>
 <p>Rather than simply falling back into his old life after this, he is changed, and at this point of change, he is at last presented with his choice.</p>