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FARTHEST NORTH 



tiful can exist than the Arctic niglit. It is dreamland, 

 painted in the imagination's most delicate tints; it is 

 color etherealized. One shade melts into the other, so 

 that you cannot tell where one ends and the other begins, 

 and yet they are all there. No forms — it is all faint, 



"THE SALOON WAS CONVERTED INTO A READING-ROOM ' 



dreamy color music, a far-away, long-drawn-out melody 

 on muted strings. Is not all life's beauty high, and 

 delicate, and pure like this night? Give it brighter 

 colors, and it is no longer so beautiful. The sk)- is like 

 an enormous cupola, blue at the zenith, shading down 

 into green, and then into lilac and violet at the edges. 

 Over the ice-fields there are cold violet-blue shadows, 



