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Quintus: Lesson 1 (Other) by richa

His mind withdraws, like the tongue, too far back to swallow the water of a lake, green as moss. 'What colour would you prefer, you must drink' says the tutor. 'Make it the pale blue I know as water' 'but pale blue is the sky; the green is the eye of the sycamore that looks down on your lake. Drink, for you can see the fishes.'

richa 22-Apr-04/6:37 AM
thanks,




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