"The everlasting universe of things flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, now dark -- now glittering -- now reflecting gloom --now lending splendour, where from secret springs the source of human thought its tribute brings of waters, -- with a sound but half its own, such as a feeble brook will oft assume in the wild woods, among the mountains lone, where waterfalls around it leap for ever, where woods and winds contend, and a vast river over its rocks ceaselessly bursts and raves." Percy Bysshe Shelley. Magnificent, Shashi!
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