"Often far away there I thought of these two, guarding the door of Darkness, knitting black wool as for a warm pall, one introducing, introducing continuously to the unknown, the other scrutinising the cheery and foolish faces with unconcerned old eyes."
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"...my shoes were full; a pool of blood lay very still, gleaming dark-red under the wheel; his eyes shone with an amazing lustre."
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"These round knobs were not ornamental but symbolic; they were expressive and puzzling, striking and disturbing&mdashfood for thought and also for vultures if there had been any looking down from the sky; but at all events for such ants as were industrious enough to ascend the pole."
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