The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them…. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.

The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them…. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.

The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them…. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.

 

 

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