once pristine:
041507;105 |
| "The long silence, the vast silence, of the forest had only three sounds—the voices of the two poets and the sound of Dante's feet. Now 'the secret things—segrete cose' begin to sound. Silence is broken. As they pass the arch, they come into an air 'senza tempo tinto—tinted without time', dark and unchanging." — Charles Williams |
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