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Book, page 120 / 145 "I mean a picture in words, where more is meant than meets the ear." "But why call it a parable?" "Because it is one." "Why not speak in plain words then?" "Because a good parable is plainer than the plainest words. You remember what Tennyson says--that 'truth embodied in a tale Shall enter in at lowly doors'?" "Goethe," said the curate, "has a little parable about poems, which is equally true about parables-- 'Poems are painted window-panes. If one looks from the square into the church, Dusk and dimness are his gains-- Sir Philistine is left in the lurch. The sight, so seen, may well enrage him, Nor any words henceforth assuage him. But come just inside what conceals; Cross the holy threshold quite-- All at once,'tis rainbow-bright; Device and story flash to light; A gracious splendour truth reveals. This, to God's children, is full measure; It edifies and gives them pleasure.'" "I can't follow that," said Adela. "I will write it out for you," said Harry; "and then you will be able to follow it perfectly." "Thank you very much. Now for your parable."
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