Why are all
reflections lovelier than what we call the reality? — not so grand or so
strong, it may be, but always lovelier?...There is no cheating in nature and
the simple unsought feelings of the soul. There must be a truth involved in it,
though we may but in part lay hold of the meaning.
George MacDonald, Phantastes, 1858, 1981 printing, p. 66, 67.
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