His Sombre Rivals
His Sombre Rivals
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an ever forgot the visitations of that power to his heart and
brain which created all things new; which was the dawn in him of
music, poetry, and art; which made the face of nature radiant with
purple light, the morning and the night varied enchantments; when a
single tone of one voice could make the heart bound, and the most
trivial circumstance associated with one form was put in the amber of
memory; when he became all eye when one was present, and all memory
when one was gone."
"Emerson never learned that at a university, German or otherwise. He writes as if it were a common human experience, and yet I know no more about it than of the sensations of a man who has lost an arm. I suppose losing one's heart is much the same. As long as a man's limbs are intact he is scarcely conscious of them, but when one is gone it troubles him all the time, although it isn't there. Now when Hilland left me I felt guilty at the ease with which I could forget him in the library and laboratory. I did not become all memory.
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