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What a curious romance ran through all that life-and yet on the whole, with few exceptions, how strangely unspoken it was and unexpressed! This succession of althletic and even beautiful faces and figures, what a strange magnatism they had for me, and yet all the while how insurmountable for the most part was the barrier between! It was as if a magic flame dwelt within one, burning, burning, which one could not put out, and yet whose existence one might on no account reveal. How the walks under the the avenues of trees at night and by the riversides were haunted full of visionary forms for which in the actual daylight world there seemed no place!
Edward Carpenter
On cruising Cambridge in 1870’S


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