Moments there are, it is true, when this traitor spirit tricks you: when some subtle scent, some broken notes of an old song, nay, even some touch of a fresher air on your cheeks at night -- a breath of le vent qui vient travers la montagne'' -- have power to ravish, to catch you back to the blissful days when you trod the one authentic Paradise. Moments only, alas
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