"Man is not himself only. He is all that he sees; all that flows to him from a thousand sources. He is the land, the lift of its mountain lines, the reach of its valleys; his is the rhythm of its seasonal processions, the involution and variation of its vegetal patterns. If there is in the country of his abiding, no more than a single refluent color, such as the veiled green of sage-brush or the splendid wine of sunset, he takes it in and gives it forth again, as a manner, as music, as a prevailing tone of thought, as the pattern of his personal adornment."
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