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 put forth by a soft and naked snail, trembling with creative frenzy. O magnificent tiny thing, Natsuke of Japan or eastern fabric, if I could have you with me at home, how I should prize you! As a human secret, the manifestation of a mortal, a speech strange and graceful. But in this terrible and un bounded accumulation there are no individual objects, nor personal hands nor history; here is only frenzied nature, animal creativeness, a fantastic abundance of strange and beauti-