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grass；　the　clear；

firm　outline　of　face　and　limb；　the　smooth　arch　of　a　horse's　neck　and

the　velvety　touch　of　his　nose……all　these；　and　a　thousand　resultant

binations；　which　take　shape　in　my　mind；　constitute　my　world。

Ideas　make　the　world　we　live　in；　and　impressions　furnish　ideas。　My　world

is　built　of　touch…sensations；　devoid　of　physical　colour　and　sound；　but

without　colour　and　sound　it　breathes　and　throbs　with　life。　Every　object

is　associated　in　my　mind　bined　in

countless　ways；　give　me　a　sense　of　power；　of　beauty；　or　of　incongruity：

for　with　my　hands　I　can　feel　the　ic　as　well　as　the　beautiful　in　the

outward　appearance　of　things。　Remember　that　you；　dependent　on　your

sight；　do　not　realize　how　many　things　are　tangible。　All　palpable　things

are　mobile　or　rigid；　solid　or　liquid；　big　or　small；　warm　or　cold；　and

these　qualities　are　variously　modified。　The　coolness　of　a　water…lily

rounding　into　bloom　is　different　from　the　coolness　of　an　evening　wind　in

summer；　and　different　again　from　the　coolness　of　the　rain　that　soaks

into　the　hearts　of　growing　things　and　gives　them　life　and　body。　The

velvet　of　the　rose　is　not　that　of　a　ripe　peach　or　of　a　baby's　dimpled

cheek。　The　hardness　of　the　rock　is　to　the　hardness　of　wood　what　a　man's

deep　bass　is　to　a　woman's　voice　when　it　is　low。　What　I　call　beauty　I

find　in　certain　binations　of　all　these　qualities；　and　is　largely

derived　from　the　flow　of　curved　and　straight　lines　which　is　over　all

things。

〃What　does　the　straight　line　mean　to　you？〃　I　think　you　will　ask。

It　_means_　several　things。　It　symbolizes　duty。　It　seems　to　have　the

quality　of　inexorableness　that　duty　has。　When