![]() It is temple of the voice, keeper of breath and its giving out, treasurer of tastes and succulences, and home of the noble tongue. ![]() There is nothing to be done with the ear, so back we come to the mouth, and we kiss with the mouth because it is part of the head and of the organs of taste and smell. With the eyes we can do nothing, for if we come too near, they go crossed and everything comes twice to the sight without good from one or other. To rub a nose like the blacks, that we think is so silly, is better, but there is nothing good to the taste about the nose, only a piece of old bone pushing out of the face, and a nuisance in winter, but a friend before meals and in a garden, indeed. The hand is too hard and too used to doing all things, with too little feeling and too far from the organs of taste and smell, and far from the brain, and the length of an arm from the heart. Yet a shaking of hands is not enough to give a vent to all kinds of feeling. It is strange because it mixes silliness with tragedy, and yet not strange because there is good reason for it. ![]() “There is strange, and yet not strange, is the kiss. ![]()
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