海口
We have no especially sacred traditions; except for what someone somehow pieces together from old books. There are bookish dreams here, sir, there is a heart chafed by theories.
In the surface of the great pearl he could see dream forms. He picked the pearl from the dying flesh and held it in his palm, and he turned it over and saw that its curve was perfect.
John Steinbeck, The Pearl (19)
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