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. . . that . . .
effigy in frozen music,
horned and terrible,
of the human form divine,
that eternal symbol of wisdom
and of prophesy
which, if aught that the imagination
or the hand . . .
has wrought . . .
of soultransfigured
and of soultransfiguring
deserves to live,
deserves to live.
James Joyce [1]

[1] James Joyce, Ulysses