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"Truthfull I call him who goes into Godless deserts, having broken his revering heart. In the yellow sands, burned by the sun, he squints thirstily at the islands abounding in wells, where living things rest under dark trees. Yet his thirst does not persuade him to become like these, dewelling in comfort; for where there are oases there are also idols."