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"Something like that," I answered, watching the gusts of wind on the sails. "Not dead so much, as without soul. That's it." SOMETHING LIKE THAT I ANSWERED WATCHING THE GUSTS OF WIND ON THE SAILS NOT DEAD SO MUCH AS WITHOUT SOUL THAT'S IT
into open spaces where we had to take in a reef, racing along under a hot and cloudless sky, we flew through the very heart of the bewildering and lonely scenery. "A real wilderness," cried Dr. Silence from his seat in the bows where he held the jib sheet. His hat was off, his hair tumbled in the wind, and his lean brown face gave him the touch of an Oriental. Presently he changed places with Sangree, and came down to talk with me by the tiller. "A wonderful region, all this world of islands," he said, waving his hand to the scenery rushing past us, "but doesn't it strike you there's something lacking?" "It's—hard," I answered, after a moment's reflection. "It has a superficial, glittering prettiness, without—" I hesitated to find the word I wanted. John Silence nodded his head with approval. "Exactly," he said. "The picturesqueness of stage scenery that is not real, not alive. It's like a landscape by a clever painter, yet without true imagination. Soulless—that's the word you wanted. RROW CHANNELS WHERE WE LOST THE WIND OUT INTO OPEN SPACES WHERE WE HAD TO TAKE IN A REEF RACING ALONG UNDER A HOT AND CLOUDLESS SKY WE FLEWW THROUGH THE VERY HEART OF THE BEWILDERING AND LONELY SCENERY A REAL WILDERNESS CRIED JOHN SILENCE FROM HIS SEAT IN THE BOWS WHERE HE HELD THE JIB SHEET HIS HAT WAS OFF HIS HAIR TUMBLED IN THE WIND AND HIS LEAN BROWN FACE GAVE HIM THE TOUCH OF AN ORIENTAL PRESENTLY HE CHANGED PLACES WITH SANGREE AND CAME DOWN TO TALK WITH ME BY THE TILLER A WONDERFUL REGION ALL THIS WORLD OF ISLANDS HE SAID WAVING HIS HAND TO THE SCENERY RUSHING PAST US BUT DOESN'T IT STRIKE YOU THERE'S SOMETHING LACKING IT'S HARD I ANSWERED AFTER A MOMENT'S REFLECTION IT HAS A SUPERFICIAL GLITTERING PRETTINESS WITHOUT I HESITATED TO FIND THE WORD I WANTED JOHN SILENCE NODDED HIS HEAD WITH APPROVAL EXACTLY HE SAID THE PICTURESQUENESS OF STAGE SCENERY THAT IS NOT REAL NOT ALIVE IT'S LIKE A LANDSCAPE BY A CLEVER PAINTER YET WITHOUT TRUE IMAGINATION SOULLESS THAT'S THE WORD YOU WANTED
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