
A Thousand Li of Rivers and Mountains
Twelve meters of blue and green mountains, ground from azurite and malachite by a court prodigy said to have died before he was twenty.

Twelve meters of blue and green mountains, ground from azurite and malachite by a court prodigy said to have died before he was twenty.

More than eight hundred figures crowd five meters of scroll, and Chinese painters have been copying and forging it for nine hundred years.

They called him One-Corner Ma. A scholar and a willow occupy one corner and the rest of the silk is left as air.

Charlemagne's rearguard is ambushed in a Pyrenean pass, and Roland will not blow his horn for help until his temples burst. Four centuries later Italian poets were still writing epics about him.

Siegfried, invulnerable but for one spot the dragon's blood missed, is speared there by Hagen. Kriemhild's revenge for her husband runs through the rest of Germany's national epic and empties two courts.

Qays, an Arab poet, loves Layli so openly that his tribe calls him Majnun, the possessed, and her father marries her elsewhere. Poets from Anatolia to Mughal India rewrote Nezami's version for centuries.

Heloise wrote to Abelard, the Paris philosopher who had been her tutor and lover, years after her uncle's men castrated him. From her abbey she refused to call their love a sin.

Hildegard wrote both the words and the music, which almost nobody else did, and her melodies leap much further than plainchant of the period allows.
In the realm of Nature there is nothing purposeless, trivial, or unnecessary.