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THE OPAL SE 



or under the Centaur; but the beauty never 

 fades, the mystery never vanishes. We are 

 moving hither and yon, within the great Blue 

 Bowl, wondering at the light that comes filtered 

 through the encompassing arch, and imagining 

 vain things about the cause of it; but we shall 

 not know. Whether we steam at noonday or 

 at midnight we circle within the arch; around 

 and around the uttermost rim perhaps, but we 

 never pass out. There are limitations — even to 

 human fancy. 



The Blue 

 Bowl. 



