NIGHTMARE ABBEY.
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Mr. Hilary.
You talk like a Rosicrucian, who will love nothing but a sylph, who does not believe in the existence of a sylph, and who yet quarrels with the whole universe for not containing a sylph.
Mr. Cypress.
The mind is diseased of its own beauty, and fevers into false creation. The forms which the sculptor's soul has seized, exist only in himself.[1]
Mr. Flosky.
Permit me to discept. They are the mediums of common forms combined and arranged into a common standard. The ideal beauty of the Helen of Zeuxis was the combined medium of the real beauty of the virgins of Crotona.
