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CHAPTER
XIII
20. These things I did not understand at that time, and
I loved those inferior beauties, and I was sinking down
to the very depths. And I said to my friends: "Do we love
anything but the beautiful? What then is the beautiful?
And what is beauty? What is it that allures and unites us
to the things we love; for unless there were a grace and
beauty in them, they could not possibly attract us to them?"
And I reflected on this and saw that in the objects themselves
there is a kind of beauty which comes from their forming
a whole and another kind of beauty that comes from mutual
fitness--as the harmony of one part of the body with its
whole, or a shoe with a foot, and so on. And this idea sprang
up in my mind out of my inmost heart, and I wrote some books--two
or three, I think--On the Beautiful and the Fitting.[105]
Thou knowest them, O Lord; they have escaped my memory.
I no longer have them; somehow they have been mislaid.
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