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Looking from outside into an open window one never sees as much as when one looks through a closed window
There is nothing more profound, more mysterious, more pregnant, more insidious, more dazzling than a window lighted by a single candle

Factory windows are always broken
Somebody's always throwing bricks,
Somebody's always heaving cinders,
Playing ugly Yahoo tricks

Now close the windows and hush all the fields;
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.