Friday, April 08, 2011

G is for glass

A kind in glass and a cousin, a spectacle and nothing strange a single hurt color and an arrangement in a system to pointing. We put the tree in the powder-closet, and draw a curtain when the candles are lighted, and with the looking-glass behind it looks quite pretty. A glass is of any height, it is higher, it is simpler and if it were placed there would not be any doubt. Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside. For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face. It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked lookingglass of a servant.

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