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The Romantics Were Prompted To Seek Exotic Subjects And To Travel To Far Off Places. They Failed To Realize That, Though The Transcendental Must Involve The Strange And Unfamiliar, Not Everything Strange Or Unfamiliar Is Transcendental.

-Mark Rothko

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The Romantics Were Prompted

Mark Rothko

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The Romantics Were Prompted To Seek Exotic Subjects And To Travel To Far Off Places. They Failed To Realize That, Though The Transcendental Must Involve The Strange And Unfamiliar, Not Everything Strange Or Unfamiliar Is Transcendental.

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