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Sean Scully 3.24.89'  8' Africa Coyote Fort #2' Four Days Home Maesta London White Door     Pink Dark Triptych The Fall' Without

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Disappearing Ink by Dana Gioia On Art and Literature by Marcel Proust   Fragments of Grace: Search for Meaning at South Asia by Pamela Constable Bhagavad-Gita   The Wandering Scholars by Helen Waddell Liberty: Rethinking an Imperiled Ideal by Glenn Tinder  Small Is Beautiful by E. F. Schumacher The Closing of the American Mind by Anthony Bloom Where Have You Gone, Michaelangelo? by Thomas Day 20th Century Music: An Introduction by Eric Salzman Are Women Human? by Dorothy Sayers 

Beauty is the word that shall be our first. Beauty is the last thing which the thinking intellect dares to approach, since only it dances as an uncontained splendour around the double constellation of the true and the good and their inseparable relation to one another. Beauty is the disinterested one, without which the ancient world refused to understand itself, a word which both imperceptibly and yet unmistakably has bid farewell to our new world, leaving it to its avarice and sadness. No longer loved or fostered by religion, beauty is lifted from its face as a mask, and its absence exposes features on that face which threaten to become incomprehensible to man. We no longer dare to believe in beauty, and we make of it a mere appearance in order the more easily to dispose of it.  The witness borne by Being becomes untrustworthy for the person who can no longer read the language of beauty. Works of ar...