“Yet it was the impression that the unknown master has set out to create, Phoenix-like, from the dying embers of a great legend. He had captured, and held for all future ages to see, that beauty whose service is the purpose of life, and it sole justification.”

The Road to the Sea, p. 292
2000s and posthumous publications, The Collected Stories of Arthur C. Clarke (2001)

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