“Like a whirling wind which rushes down a sandy and hollow valley, and which, in its hasty course, drives to its centre every thing that opposes its furious course… No otherwise does the Northern blast whirl round in its tempestuous progress…”

The Notebooks of Leonardo da Vinci (1883), XXI Letters. Personal Records. Dated Notes.

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Italian Renaissance polymath 1452–1519

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