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young hopes recur, ever worthless: to age is to be defeated, to accept defeat. what youth desires is a splendid moment, a series of splendid moments. with beauty and grace it can achieve happiness, unaware it is fleeting. how this one stands! how that one tosses her head! immortal in an instant, vanished the next, the idol is a product of fleeting forces, a momentary union of intelligence and form. |
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