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4 Argonauts And if the soul is to know itself it must look into a soul:* the stranger and enemy, we've seen him in the mirror. The companions were good men, they never complained about the work or the thirst or the frost, they had the bearing of trees and waves that accept the wind and the rain accept the night and the sun without changing in the midst of change. They were good men, whole days they sweated at the oars with lowered eyes breathing in rhythm and their blood reddened a submissive skin. Sometimes they sang, with lowered eyes as we were passing the dry island with the Barbary figs to the west, beyond the cape of the barking dogs. If it is to know itself, they said it must look into a soul, they said and the oars struck the sea's gold 6 in the sunset. We passed many capes many islands the sea leading to another sea, gulls and seals. Sometimes unfortunate women wept lamenting their lost children and others raging sought Alexander the Great and glories buried in the depths of Asia. We moored on shores full of night-scents with the singing of birds, waters that left on the hands the memory of great happiness. But the voyages did not end. Their souls became one with the oars and the oarlocks with the solemn face of the prow with the rudder's wake with the water that shattered their image. The companions died in turn, with lowered eyes. Their oars mark the place where they sleep on the shore.* No one remembers them. Justice. 7 ...


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