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Such a long, long way we have to go, even farther from the stone masks standing erect, in utter silence, and we'll go wrapped in their pride, in their distance.
What brought us to the island?
It won't be the smile of flowering men, or the crackling waist of lovely Ataroa, or the boys on horseback, with their rude eyes, that we'll take home with us: just an oceanic emptiness, a poor question with a thousand answers on contemptuous lips.