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"I grew cold and hard, almost morose; people seemed to me so blind and unreasonable. They did the wrong thing. They called green, yellow; and black, white. I GREW COLD AND HARD ALMOST MOROSE PEOPLE SEEMED TO ME SO BLIND AND UNREASONABLE THEY DID THE WRONG THING THEY CALLED GREEN YELLOW AND BLACK WHITE
unruffled surface blend with the cloudless, star-studded sky, that, when I looked through my spectacles at my grandmother, the vision seemed to me all heaven and stars. "Yet, as I gazed and gazed, I felt what stately cities might well have been built upon those shores, and have flashed prosperity over the calm, like coruscations of pearls. I dreamed of gorgeous fleets, silken-sailed, and blown by perfumed winds, drifting over those depthless waters and through those spacious skies. I gazed upon the twilight, the inscrutable silence, like a God-fearing discoverer upon a new and vast sea bursting upon him through forest glooms, and in the fervor of whose impassioned gaze, a millenial and poetic world arises, and man need no longer die to be happy. "My companions naturally deserted me, for I had grown wearily grave and abstracted: and, unable to resist the allurements of my spectacles, I was constantly lost in the world, of which those companions were part, yet of which they knew nothing. AND SO COMPLETELY DID ITS UNRUFFLED SURFACE BLEND WITH THE CLOUDLESS STAR STUDDED SKY THAT WHEN I LOOKED THROUGH MY SPECTACLES AT MY GRANDMOTHER THE VISION SEEMED TO ME ALL HEAVEN AND STARS YET AS I GAZED AND GAZED I FELT WHAT STATELY CITIES MIGHT WELL HAVE BEEN BUILT UPON THOSE SHORES AND HAVE FLASHED PROSPERITY OVER THE CALM LIKE CORUSCATIONS OF PEARLS I DREAMED OF GORGEOUS FLEETS SILK AND SAILED AND BLOWN BY PERFUMED WINDS DRIFTING OVER THOSE DEPTHLESS WATERS AND THROUGH THOSE SPACIOUS SKIES I GAZED UPON THE TWILIGHT THE INSCRUTABLE SILENCE LIKE A GOD FEARING DISCOVERER UPON A NEW AND VAST SEA BURSTING UPON HIM THROUGH FOREST GLOOMS AND IN THE FERVOR OF WHOSE IMPASSIONED GAZE A MILLENNEAL AND POETIC WORLD ARISES AND MAN NEED NO LONGER DIE TO BE HAPPY MY COMPANIONS NATURALLY DESERTED ME FOR I HAD GROWN WEARILY GRAVE AND ABSTRACTED AND UNABLE TO RESIST THE ALLUREMENTS OF MY SPECTACLES I WAS CONSTANTLY LOST IN THE WORLD OF WHICH THOSE COMPANIONS WERE PART YET OF WHICH THEY KNEW NOTHING
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