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"C'est son ignorance qui fixe son malheur. " / -- MAETERLINCK.
Did you ever, as a child, see ink made? Did you ever watch, with wondering intentness, the mixing of one little bottle of colourless fluid -- which you imagined to be pure water -- with another equally colourless? No change. Then at last, into the cup of clear water, the omnipotent parent hand pours out of another tiny phial two or three crystal drops.