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Emerson saw the same world McCarthy sees. “The air works for him” (Emerson is talking about the farmer here, but his observations apply even better to the
painter.) “The atmosphere, a sharp solvent, drinks the essence and spirit of every solid on the globe,--a menstruum which melts the mountains into it. Air is matter subdued by heat, As
the sea is the grand receptacle of all rivers, so the air is the recepticle from which all things spring, and into which they all return. The invisible and creeping air takes form and solid mass.”
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