Where else is spirit so evident? And where else is it so spoilt? There
is no vulgarity like the vulgarity of vulgar eyelids. They have a slang
all their own, of an intolerable kind. And eyelids have looked all the
cruel looks that have ever made wounds in innocent souls meeting them
surprised.
But all love and all genius have winged their flight from those slight
and unmeasurable movements, have flickered on the margins of lovely
eyelids quick with thought. Life, spirit, sweetness are there in a small
place; using the finest and the slenderest machinery; expressing meanings
a whole world apart, by a difference of material action so fine that the
sight which appreciates it cannot detect it; expressing intricacies of
intellect; so incarnate in slender and sensitive flesh that nowhere else
in the body of man is flesh so spiritual.
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