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1 of louis philippe a great tall column spearing at the sky with a little man on top. goodness! tell me why? he looks a silly thing enough to stand up there so high. what a strange fellow, like a soldier in a play, tight-fitting coat with the tails cut away, high-crowned hat which the brims overlay. two-horned hat makes an outline like a bow. must have a sword, i can see the light glow between a dark line and his leg. vertigo i get gazing up at him, a pygmy flashed with sun. a weathercock or scarecrow or both things in one? as bright as a jewelled crown hung above a throne. say, what is the use of him if he doesn't turn? just put up to glitter there, like a torch to burn, a sort of sacrificial show in a lofty 2? but why a little soldier in an 3 dress? i'd rather see a goddess with a spear, i confess. something allegorical and fine. why, yes -- i cannot take my eyes from him. i don't know why at all. i've looked so long the whole thing swims. i feel he ought to fall. foreshortened there among the clouds he's pitifully small. what do you say? there used to be an emperor 4 there, with flowing robes and laurel crown. really? yet i declare those spiral battles round the 5 don't seem just his affair. a togaed, laurelled man's i mean. now this chap seems to feel as though he owned those soldiers. whew! how he makes one reel, swinging round above his circling armies in a wheel. 6 round the sky in an orbit like the sun's, flashing sparks like cannon-balls from his own long guns. perhaps my sight is tired, but that figure simply 7. how low the houses seem, and all the people are 8 flies. that fellow 9 his hat up till it scratches on the skies. 10! audacious! but, by jove, he blinds the eyes! 点击  收听单词发音
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