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THE REDOLENT WORLD 



"I^ITERE they all collected in a volume, 

 * * what a golden treasury of poetry and 

 romance would be the thousand records, 

 grave, sweet, and tender, which are evoked 

 from every one's past by the swift coupling 

 line of olfactory association! 



When one considers how unrivaled, as a 

 poetic indexer and compiler, the nose is, it 

 seems almost a pity that its purely utilitarian 

 service in keeping man supplied with breath 

 should overshadow its more subtle function 

 of opening the flood-gates of memory. One 

 feels, moreover, the need of another name 

 for the nose which would better fit its 

 psychical calling. Nose does very well as 

 a name for an organ which shares with the 

 other outer senses the duties of a bodyguard. 

 But as a name for that marvelous sense 

 which registers and indexes some of the most 



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