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Allow me to take a moment to describe the mural for you. Firstly, its
form: it was spread out across the dome like the painted ceiling of the
Sistine Chapel, its whole being a broad, harmonious picture that
complimented itself, telling a story throughout its united branches. It
was much more than a painting, though, because it stood out from the
dome like a group of completely independent sculptures, but placed so as
to tell the combined story with a sort of native ease, not stressed or
artificial, yet seeming as natural and beautiful as water in its flowing
grace. Now I will endeavor to describe its content, though I realize
that in this case the picture must be worth many millions of words.
The center of the mural was its beginning, and there a man was standing
proudly upright, dressed in splendid clothes of fine linens. He held in
his hand a magnificent cup of gold with a row each of diamonds, rubies,
sapphires, and pearls running along its breadth. It contained a dark red
liquid, which appeared to be boiling, and the man was holding it out to
a fierce lion whose shoulders were four feet across and whose mouth was
like a cavern, with stalactites and stalagmites of the most terrifying
nature.
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