Across the page the symbols moved in grave morrice , in the mummery of their letters , wearing quaint caps of squares and cubes 这些符号戴着平方形立方形的奇妙帽子在纸页上表演着字母的哑剧，来回跳着庄重的摩利斯舞33 。
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But i cannot tell : this same truth , is a naked , and open day light , mat doth not show , the masques , and mummeries , and triumphs of the world , half so stately , and daintily , as candlelights 我亦不懂得这是什么缘故:可是“真理”这件东西可说是一种无隐无饰的白昼之光，世间的那些歌剧、扮演、庆典在这种光之下所显露的，远不如灯烛之光所显露的庄严美丽。
