Chapter VIII: The Temple of Concord on the Wall From Within, Girgenti

HOW it piles up! What a perfect goal for the pilgrim; so noble is the sight, he must in awe have mounted to it on his knees.

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THE TEMPLE OF CONCORD ON THE WALL FROM WITHOUT, GIRGENTI

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THE TEMPLE OF CONCORD ON THE WALL FROM WITHOUT, GIRGENTI

WHEN the glow of the sunset falls on it, and when the shadows block out the great rifts in the walls--walls which are like cliffs--and when the tourists and archaeologists have gone to dress for dinner and left one alone, one learns in the silence that the Greeks were divine artists.

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COLUMNS OF THE TEMPLE OF JUNO, GIRGENTI

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COLUMNS OF THE TEMPLE OF JUNO, GIRGENTI

AS the sun sinks into the silent sea, these battered, beaten columns take on a dignity which proves how impressive this temple was when their art was a living thing. Only from within comes a voice, in English or American, which proves that art is dead--Greek art.

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THE TEMPLES ON THE WALL, GIRGENTI