Edith Sitwell on Design

Reading the autobiography of Edith Sitwell, ran across this captured thought from her childhood. I typed a few words into google and found this, posted it before looking at the book.

Seeing the immense design of the world, one image of wonder mirrored by another image of wonder – the pattern of fern and of feather echoed by the frost of the windowpane, the six rays of the snowflake mirrored by the rock crystal’s six-rayed eternity – I ask myself: Were those shapes moulded by blindness? Who, then, shall teach me doubt?
      — Edith Sitwell
                                     

Then I glanced at the page and noticed there were several points where the text differed. So I typed the missing text from the book. On close inspection, I discovered a dozen or more minor discrepancies. I made about seven passes through the text, reading forwards, backwards, each phrase, clause, sentence and with each pass turned up more variants. Apparently this text was published in more than one form.

Ever since my earliest childhood, seeing the immense design of the world, one image of wonder mirrored by another image of wonder — the pattern of fur and feather by the frost on the windowpane, the six rays of the snowflake mirrored in the rock-crystal’s six-rayed eternity—seeing the pattern on the scaly legs of birds mirrored in the pattern of knot-grass,  I ask myself, were those shapes moulded by blindness?
        — Edith Sitwell, Taken Care Of  p. 40