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And through the stagnant lake, where before
the misty spectral figures rose, whilst the bells
sounded from the sunken castle, the light fell
down on a swaying vegetable world. One drop
of the marsh water, raised against the rays of
light, became a living world, with creatures in
strange forms, fighting and revelling – a world
in a drop of water. And the sharp sword of
Knowledge cleft the deep vault, and shone
therein, where the basilisk killed, and the
animal’s body was dissolved in a death-bringing
vapour: its claw extended from the fermenting
wine-cask; its eyes were air, that burnt when
the fresh wind touched it.
And there resided a powerful force in the
sword; so powerful, that the grain of gold
was beaten to a flat surface, thin as the covering
of mist that we breathe on the glass-pane;
and it shone at the sword’s point, so that the
thin threads of the cobweb seemed to swell
to cables, for one saw the strong twistings of
numberless small threads. And the voice of
Knowledge seemed over the whole world, so
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