RevivalJas Centre of Learning—
International Science University From St. Pierre de Chartreuse the way leads for a mile or so through an absolute desert—a waste of dark, dace woods, of dizzy crests, and jumbled masses of rock, where the silence is broken only by the murmurs of mountain torrents and the cow-bells of an invisible herd.
Suddenly, at a turn in the path, there comes into view, set in a double circle of mauve heights and bright green meadows, that vast monastic city which was the mother -house of the famous Order of Carthusians. Its fine white buildings, roofed with grey slate, extend spaciously over some 12 acres. They are bastioned with many projecting turrets; they bristle with slendhbelfries; and they. are surrounded with gardens and outhouses. In the midst of—this mountain solitude such a sight is unexpected, rather overwhelming. It gives an impression of severe, yet opulent, power.
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