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    I became weary of the poets, of the old and of the new: superficial are
    they all to me, and shallow seas.

    They did not think sufficiently into the depth; therefore their feeling
    did not reach to the bottom.

    Some sensation of voluptuousness and some sensation of tedium: these
    have as yet been their best contemplation.

    Ghost-breathing and ghost-whisking, seems to me all the jingle-jangling of their harps; what have they known thus far of the fervour of
    tones!

    They are also not pure enough for me:
    they all muddle their water that
    it may seem deep.
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