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Venice still lies before our eyes as it was in the final period of its decline: a ghost on the sands of the sea, so weak, so silent, so stripped of everything except its beauty, that sometimes when we admire its languid reflection in the lagoon, we remain uncertain what the city is and what the shadow

(John Ruskin)