Por belleza, designaría yo lo que parece completo. Lo incompleto o lo mutilado es totalmente feo. A la Venus de Milo, un niño la encontraría fea. Si … - Charles Fort

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Por belleza, designaría yo lo que parece completo. Lo incompleto o lo mutilado es totalmente feo. A la Venus de Milo, un niño la encontraría fea. Si un espíritu puro la imagina completa, se convertiría en bella. Una mano concebida como mano puede parecer bella. Abandonada en un campo de batalla, deja de serlo. Pero todo lo que nos rodea es parte de una cosa que a su vez es parte de otra: en este mundo no hay nada bello; sólo las apariencias son intermedias entre la belleza y la fealdad. Sólo es completa la universalidad, sólo es bello el completo.

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About Charles Fort

Charles Hoy Fort (August 6, 1874 – May 3, 1932) was a writer and researcher into anomalous phenomena.

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Birth Name: Charles Hoy Fort
Alternative Names: Charles H. Fort Charles Hoy Forte
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