Section 75. THE BEAUTY OF THE EYE. II.
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We realise[1] this fully only when[2] we gaze into the faces of those we love. It[3] is their eyes (S. 16, N. 10) we look at[4] when we are near them, and[5] recall when we are[6] far away. The face is a[7] blank without the eye, and the eye seems to concentrate every[8] feature in itself. It is the eye that smiles, not the lips; it is the eye that listens[9], not the ear; it[10] that frowns, not the brow; it[11] that mourns, not the voice. Every sense and every faculty[12] seems to[13] flow toward it, and find expression through it[14], nay[15], to be lost in it; for all must have felt at times as[16] if a man’s eye was not a part of him, but (S. 6, N. 10) the man himself; as[17] if it had not merely life, but also a[18] personality of its own;—as[19] if it was not only a living, but also a thinking being.—Prof. G. Wilson.