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«...The world itself has changed. There was a time when a traveller, if he had the will, and knew only a few of the secrets, could send his barge out into the Summer Sea and arrive not at Glastonbury of the monks, but at the Holy Isle of Avalon; for at that time for at that time, the gates between the worlds drifted within the mists, and were open, one to another, as the traveller thought and willed. For this is the great secret, which was known to all educated men in our day; That by what men think we create the world around us, daily new.»