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           Hedidnotturnasideashehadmeanttodo,butwenton,andpassedthroughthewallofthecircumferenceandoutupontherocks,andhiseyeswerealwaysuponthesunliticeandsnow. 

           Hesawtheirinfinitebeauty,andhisimaginationsoaredoverthemtothethingsbeyondhewasnowtoresignforever. 

           Hethoughtofthatgreatfreeworldhewaspartedfrom,theworldthatwashisown,andhehadavisionofthosefurtherslopes,distancebeyonddistance,withBogota,aplaceofmultitudinousstirringbeauty,aglorybyday,aluminousmysterybynight,aplaceofpalacesandfountainsandstatuesandwhitehouses,lyingbeautifullyinthemiddledistance. Hethoughthowforadayorsoonemightcomedownthroughpasses,drawingevernearerandnearertoitsbusystreetsandways. Hethoughtoftheriverjourney,daybyday,fromgreatBogotatothestillvasterworldbeyond,throughtownsandvillages,forestanddesertplaces,therushingriverdaybyday,untilitsbanksrecededandthebigsteamerscamesplashingby,andonehadreachedthesea—thelimitlesssea,withitsthousandislands,itsthousandsofislands,anditsshipsseendimlyfarawayintheirincessantjourneyingsroundandaboutthatgreaterworld. Andthere,unpentbymountains,onesawthesky—thesky,notsuchadiscasonesawithere,butanarchofimmeasurableblue,adeepofdeepsinwhichthecirclingstarswerefloating... 

           Hiseyesscrutinisedthegreatcurtainofthemountainswithakeenerinquiry.