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Said the Eye one day, " I see beyond these valleys a mountain veiled
with blue mist. Is it not beautiful?"
The Ear listened, and after listening intently awhile, said, " But
where is any mountain?I do not hear it."
Then the Hand spoke and said, " I am trying in vain to feel it or
touch it, and I can find no mountain."
And the Nose said, " There is no mountain, I cannot smell it."
Then the Eye turned the other way, and they all began to talk together
about the Eye's strange delusion. And they said, " Something must
be the matter with the Eye."