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Propinquity had brought Imagination to that pitch where it casts out All that is not itself. I had grown wild And wandered murmuring everywhere, ‘My child, my child.’

近距离接触带来了想象力，在那里，它抛弃了所有不是它自己的东西。我变得狂野起来，四处游荡，喃喃自语，“我的孩子，我的孩子。”

— William Butler Yeats 叶芝