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Windows of the Soul, Orangutan, Borneo |
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Eyes
are bold as lions, -- roving, running, leaping, here and there,
far and near. They speak all languages. They wait for no
introduction; they are no Englishmen; ask no leave of age, or
rank; they respect neither poverty nor riches, neither learning
nor power, nor virtue, nor sex, but intrude, and come again, and
go through and through you, in a moment of time. What inundation
of life and thought is discharged from one soul into another,
through them! The glance is natural magic. |
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