“Say from what golden quivers of the sky Do all thy winged arrows fly?”

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When the sun is rising at Jerusalem, it is setting on the Mountain of Purgatory; it is midnight in Spain, with Libra in the meridian, and noon in India.

“A great labyrinth of words and things,” says Venturi, “meaning only that the sun was setting!” and this time the “ dolce pedagogo ” Biagioli lets him escape without the usual reprimand. ↩

Matthew 5:8:⁠—

“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.”