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[From Huxley's translation of Goethe's Aphorisms.] 



IRature ! Me are sutrounSeO ana embraceJ) fts ber : 

 powerless to separate ourselves from ber, anD powerless 

 to penetrate bei2on& ber. . . . 



Tiaie live in ber mlDst anO ftnow ber not. Sbe is incesss 

 antis speafting to us, but betrags not ber secret. . . . 



Sbe rejoices in illusion. TTOlboso Oestrogs it in bimself 

 an& otbers, bim sbe punisbes witb tbe sternest tgranng. 

 Mboso follows ber in faitb, bim sbe taftes as a cblio to ber 

 bosom. 



Sbe wraps man in barftness, anb maftes bim tor ever 

 long for ligbt. Sbe creates bim Oepenbcnt upon tbe eartb, 

 bull anb beavB ; anb get is always sbafting bim until be 

 attempts to soar above it. . . . 



J praise ber anb all ber worlis. 



Sbe bas brougbt me bere anb will also leab me awag. 

 3 trust ber. Sbe mag scolD me, but sbe will not bate ber 

 worfi. 5t was not 3 wbo spofte of ber. "Wo ! imibat is false 

 anb wbat is true, sbe bas spoften it all. c:be fault, tbe merit, 

 is all bers. . . . 



Everg one sees ber in bis own fasbion, Sbe bibes unber 

 a tbousanb names anb pbrases, anb is alwags tbe same. 



5 praise ber anb all ber worfts. Sbe is silent anb wise. 5 

 trust ber. 



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