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Here, where the voices of the world sound faint; here, where the city's glamour comes not in, it is good to rest for a while  if only the pestering guides would leave one alone  and think. There is much help in Silence. From its touch we gain renewed life. HERE WHERE THE VOICES OF THE WORLD SOUND FAINT HERE WHERE THE CITY'S GLAMOUR COMES NOT IN IT IS GOOD TO REST FOR A WHILE IF ONLY THE PESTERING GUIDES WOULD LEAVE ONE ALONE AND THINK THERE IS MUCH HELP IN SILENCE FROM ITS TOUCH WE GAIN RENEWED LIFE
gh. I say: "Nonsense! Somebody has imposed upon you, because they see you are a foreigner." He becomes quite angry at this, and says he can show me the figures in the guide-book. "The guide-book!" I reply, scornfully. "You'll believe a newspaper next!" B. asks me, indignantly, what height I should say they are, then. I examine them critically for a few minutes, and then give it as my opinion that they do not exceed 510 feet at the very outside. B. seems annoyed with me, and we enter the church in silence. There is little to be said about a cathedral. Except to the professional sightseer, one is very much like another. Their beauty to me lies, not in the paintings and sculpture they give houseroom to, nor in the bones and bric-a-brac piled up in their cellars, but in themselves--their echoing vastness, their deep silence. Above the little homes of men, above the noisy teeming streets, they rise like some soft strain of perfect music, cleaving its way amid the jangle of discordant notes. NDRED AND TWELVE FEET HIGH I SAY NONSENSE SOMEBODY HAS IMPOSED UPON YOU BECAUSE THEY SEE YOU ARE A FOREIGNER HE BECOMES QUITE ANGRY AT THIS AND SAYS HE CAN SHOW ME THE FIGURES IN THE GUIDE BOOK THE GUIDE BOOK I REPLIES SCORNFULLY YOU'LL BELIEVE A NEWSPAPER NEXT B ASKS ME INDIGNANTLY WHAT HEIGHT I SHOULD SAY THEY ARE THEN I EXAMINE THEM CRITICALLY FOR A FEW MINUTES AND THEN GIVE IT AS MY OPINION THAT THEY DO NOT EXCEED FIVE HUNDRED TEN FEET AT THE VERY OUTSIDE B SEEMS ANNOYED WITH ME AND WE ENTER THE CHURCH IN SILENCE THERE IS LITTLE TO BE SAID ABOUT A CATHEDRAL EXCEPT AT THE PROFESSIONAL SIGHTSEER ONE IS VERY MUCH LIKE ANOTHER THEIR BEAUTY TO ME LIES NOT IN THE PAINTINGS AND SCULPTURE THEY GIVE HOUSE ROOM TO NOR IN THE BONES AND BRIC A BRAC PILED UP IN THEIR CELLARS BUT IN THEMSELVES THEIR ECHOING VASTNESS THEIR DEEP SILENCE ABOVE THE LITTLE HOMES OF MEN ABOVE THE NOISY TEEMING STREETS THEY RISE LIKE SOME SOFT STRAIN OF PERFECT MUSIC CLEAVING ITS WAY AMID THE JANGLE OF DISCORDANT NOTES
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