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Why I Love The Ancients So Much? Aside From Everything Else, When I Read Them, The Entire Past Between Them And Me Unfolds At Thesame Time. The Hearts Of How Many Heroes And Poets May Have Been Set On Fire By Plutarch's Biographies Which Now Inspire Me With Their Own And With Borrowed Flames!

If Someone Took The Finest Marble And Knew How To Shape It Artfully: Prometheus' Material Was Lowly Clay, But His Statues Walked.

I Know How Ingratitude Burns, How Falsehood Tortures, For I Have Been Deceived In Friendship And In Love; I Have Learned To Lose And To Resign Myself.

Why Do Comparisons Of Words And Tone Poems (poetry And Music) Never Take Into Consideration That The Word Is A Mere Signifier, But That The Sound, Aside From Being A Signifier, Is Also An Object?

The Real Genres: Good And Bad.