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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.
