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Then
what
other
sense
might
apprehend
mystery
?
Hearing
of
no
use
,
evidently
.
Mr
.
Tagomi
shut
his
eyes
and
began
fingering
every
bit
of
surface
on
the
item
.
Not
touch
;
his
fingers
told
him
nothing
.
Smell
.
He
put
the
silver
close
to
his
nose
and
inhaled
.
Metallic
faint
odor
,
but
it
conveyed
no
meaning
.
Taste
.
Opening
his
mouth
he
sneaked
the
silver
triangle
within
,
popped
it
in
like
a
cracker
,
but
of
course
refrained
from
chewing
.
No
meaning
,
only
bitter
hard
cold
thing
.
He
again
held
it
in
his
palm
.
Back
at
last
to
seeing
.
Highest
ranking
of
the
senses
:
Greek
scale
of
priority
.
He
turned
the
silver
triangle
each
and
every
way
;
he
viewed
it
from
every
extra
rem
standpoint
.
What
do
I
see
?
he
asked
himself
.
Due
to
long
patient
painstaking
study
.
What
is
clue
of
truth
that
confronts
me
in
this
object
?
Yield
,
he
told
the
silver
triangle
.
Cough
up
arcane
secret
.
Like
frog
pulled
from
depths
,
he
thought
.
Clutched
in
fist
,
given
command
to
declare
what
lies
below
in
the
watery
abyss
.
But
here
the
frog
does
not
even
mock
;
it
strangles
silently
,
becomes
stone
or
clay
or
mineral
.
Inert
.
Passes
back
to
the
rigid
substance
familiar
in
its
tomb
world
.
Metal
is
from
the
earth
,
he
thought
as
he
scrutinized
.
From
below
:
from
that
realm
which
is
the
lowest
,
the
most
dense
.
Land
of
trolls
and
caves
,
dank
,
always
dark
.
Yin
world
,
in
its
most
melancholy
aspect
.
World
of
corpses
,
decay
and
collapse
.
Of
feces
.
All
that
has
died
,
slipping
and
disintegrating
back
down
layer
by
layer
.
The
daemonic
world
of
the
immutable
;
the
time
-
that
-
was
.
And
yet
,
in
the
sunlight
,
the
silver
triangle
glittered
.
It
reflected
light
.
Fire
,
Mr
.
Tagomi
thought
.
Not
dank
or
dark
object
at
all
.
Not
heavy
,
weary
,
but
pulsing
with
life
.
The
high
realm
,
aspect
of
yang
:
empyrean
,
ethereal
.
As
befits
work
of
art
.
Yes
,
that
is
artist
’
s
job
:
takes
mineral
rock
from
dark
silent
earth
transforms
it
into
shining
light
-
reflecting
form
from
sky
.
Has
brought
the
dead
to
life
.
Corpse
turned
to
fiery
display
;
the
past
had
yielded
to
the
future
.
