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And this pervading colour of rose, whence comes it, seeing that usually the moon tints with blue the things it illumines?
One would not expect this colour either, which, nevertheless, is that of all the sands and all the granites of Egypt and Arabia.

And then too, the eyes of the statue, how often have we not seen them?
And did we not know that they were capable only of their one fixed stare?
Why is it then that their motionless regard surprises and chills us, even while we are obsessed by the smile of the sealed lips that seem to hold back the answer to the supreme enigma?
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