Preserve it!
Whether it sinks or rises depends on you.
The holy spell of poetry
Serves a wise world order;
May it guide man to that great sea
Where harmony prevails.
The words sustained Walther's spirits until he left the stratoway in Paris and went to the Louvre. He had told himself that by this time nothing could shock him, that he could take any blow. But the Louvre was a new shock all over again.
Translating a title with the help of his Manual and the servo-robot guide, Walther found that the thin, wavering line, about two inches long, against a background of misty blue, was the Mona Lisa.
