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The red angel I had admired that first night was out of sight, draped for protection in old flannel shirts and put away in a corner. Most of the men were cutting stones for buildings cornices and mouldings. Only one was chipping a block of white marble and now and then stopping to take measurements from a little statue of a saint that stood on a table beside him. I went over to watch him. Was that really the best tool human ingenuity could come up with? How to carve stone.

Avec la meilleure des meilleures hier.