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B., to whom I explained my leaning towards this style of diction, said that exactly the same effect could be produced by writing about places quite handy. B TO WHOM I EXPLAINED MY LEANING TOWARDS THIS STYLE OF DICTION SAID THAT EXACTLY THE SAME EFFECT COULD BE PRODUCED BY WRITING ABOUT PLACES QUITE HANDY
 that, ghostlike, looked at me from out veil-covered faces in Byzantium's narrow ways, and I have laughed back (though it was wrong of me to do so) at the saucy, wanton glances of the black-eyed girls of Jedo; I have wandered where 'good'--but not too good--Haroun Alraschid crept disguised at nightfall, with his faithful Mesrour by his side; I have stood upon the bridge where Dante watched the sainted Beatrice pass by; I have floated on the waters that once bore the barge of Cleopatra; I have stood where Caesar fell; I have heard the soft rustle of rich, rare robes in the drawing-rooms of Mayfair, and I have heard the teeth-necklaces rattle around the ebony throats of the belles of Tongataboo; I have panted beneath the sun's fierce rays in India, and frozen under the icy blasts of Greenland; I have mingled with the teeming hordes of old Cathay, and, deep in the great pine forests of the Western World, I have lain, wrapped in my blanket, a thousand miles beyond the shores of human life. T THE STAB OF LUSTROUS EYES THAT GHOSTLIKE LOOKED AT ME FROM OUT VEIL COVERED FACES IN BYZANTIUM'S NARROW WAYS AND I HAVE LAUGHED BACK THOUGH IT WAS WRONG OF ME TO DO SO AT THE SAUCY WANTON GLANCES OF THE BLACK EYED GIRLS OF JEDO I HAVE WANDERED WHERE GOOD BUT NOT TOO GOOD HAROON AL RASHID CREPT DISGUISED AT NIGHTFALL WITH HIS FAITHFUL MISRUER BY HIS SIDE I HAVE STOOD UPON THE BRIDGE WHERE DANTE WATCHED THE SAINTED BEATRICE PASS BY I HAVE FLOATED ON THE WATERS THAT ONCE BORE THE BARGE OF CLEOPATRA I HAVE STOOD WHERE CAESAR FELL I HAVE HEARD THE SOFT RUSTLE OF RICH RARE ROBES IN THE DRAWING ROOMS OF MAYFAIR AND I HAVE HEARD THE TEETH NECKLACES RATTLE AROUND THE EBONY THROATS OF THE BELLES OF TONGATABOO I HAVE PANTED BENEATH THE SUN'S FIERCE RAYS IN INDIA AND FROZEN UNDER THE ICY BLASTS OF GREENLAND I HAVE MINGLED WITH THE TEEMING HORDES OF OLD CATHAY AND DEEP IN THE GREAT PINE FORESTS OF THE WESTERN WORLD I HAVE LAIN WRAPPED IN MY BLANKET A THOUSAND MILES BEYOND THE SHORES OF HUMAN LIFE
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