The whole fauna of human fantasies, their marine vegetation, drifts and luxuriates in the dimly lit zones of human activity, as though plaiting thick tresses of darkness. Here, too, appear the lighthouses of the mind, with their outward resemblance to less pure symbols. The gateway to mystery swings open at the touch of human weakness and we have entered the realms of darkness. One false step, one slurred syllable together reveal a man's thoughts.
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Baudelaire compared the great names in art to lighthouses posted along the track of historic time. The simile, as he used it, seizes the imagi...
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We are told to let our light shine, and if it does, we won't need to tell anybody it does. Lighthouses don't fire cannons to call attention to their shining- they just shine.
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I had a classmate who fitted for college by the lamps of a lighthouse, which was more light, we think, than the University afforded.
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