Our eyes deceive us, and our wandering senses weigh
down our reason and tell us falsehoods. For the tower which stands almost
four-square has its corners blunted at a distance and becomes rounded. The full
stomach turns from the honey of Hybla, and the nose often hates the scent of
cinnamon. One thing could not please us more or less than another, unless the senses
strove in set conflict with wavering balance.
Petronius Arbiter. Petronius. Michael Heseltine. London. William Heinemann. 1913.
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