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美并不是一种需求，而是一种狂喜。她不是干渴的嘴唇，也不是伸出的空手，而是一颗滚烫的心，一个愉悦的灵魂。她不是你们想看到的样子，也不是你们想听到的乐曲，而是你们虽闭上眼睛也能看到的样子，虽掩住耳朵也能听到的旋律。 And a poet said, Speak to us of Beauty. And he answered: Where shall you seek beauty, and shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide? And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech? The aggrieved and injured say, Beauty is kind and gentle. Like a young mother half-shy of her own glory she walks among us. And the passionate say, Nay, beauty is a thing of might and dread. Like the tempest she shakes the earth beneath us and the sky above us. The tired and the weary say, Beauty is of soft whisperings. She speaks in our spirit. Her voice yields to our silences like a faint light that quivers in fear of the shadow. But the restless say, We have heard her shouting among the mountains. And with her cries came the sound of hoofs, and the beating of wings and the roaring of lions. At night the watchmen of the city say, Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east. And at noontide the toilers and the wayfarers say, We have seen her leaning over the earth from the windows of the sunset. | 
