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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364151" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Tortoise Shell</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Cross, the Cross<br>Goes deeper in than we know,<br>Deeper into life;<br>Right into the marrow<br>And through the bone.<br>Along the back of the baby tortoise<br>The scales are locked in an arch like a bridge,<br>Scale-lapping, like a lobster's sections<br>Or a bee's.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then crossways down his sides<br>Tiger-stripes and wasp-bands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Five, and five again, and five again,<br>And round the edges twenty-five little ones,<br>The sections of the baby tortoise shell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Four, and a keystone;<br>Four, and a keystone;<br>Four, and a keystone;<br>Then twenty-four, and a tiny little keystone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It needed Pythagoras to see life playing with counters on the living back<br>Of the baby tortoise;<br>Life establishing the first eternal mathematical tablet,<br>Not in stone, like the Judean Lord, or bronze, but in life-clouded, life-rosy tortoise shell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The first little mathematical gentleman<br>Stepping, wee mite, in his loose trousers<br>Under all the eternal dome of mathematical law.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fives, and tens,<br>Threes and fours and twelves,<br>All the volte face of decimals,<br>The whirligig of dozens and the pinnacle of seven.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Turn him on his back,<br>The kicking little beetle,<br>And there again, on his shell-tender, earth-touching belly,<br>The long cleavage of division, upright of the eternal cross<br>And on either side count five,<br>On each side, two above, on each side, two below<br>The dark bar horizontal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Cross!<br>It goes right through him, the sprottling insect,<br>Through his cross-wise cloven psyche,<br>Through his five-fold complex-nature.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So turn him over on his toes again;<br>Four pin-point toes, and a problematical thumb-piece,<br>Four rowing limbs, and one wedge-balancing head,<br>Four and one makes five, which is the clue to all mathematics.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Lord wrote it all down on the little slate<br>Of the baby tortoise.<br>Outward and visible indication of the plan within,<br>The complex, manifold involvednes,s of an individual creature<br>Plotted out<br>On this small bird, this rudiment,<br>This little dome, this pediment<br>Of all creation,<br>This slow one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Herbert+Lawrence">David Herbert Lawrence</a><div class=q>
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Goes deeper in than we know,
Deeper into life;
Right into the marrow
And through the bone.
Along the back of the baby tortoise
The scales are locked in an arch like a bridge,
Scale-lapping, like a lobster's sections
Or a bee's..."></div>
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