A Man Said To The

A Very Little Boy Stood Upon A Heap Of Gravel For The Honour Of Rum Alley. He Was Throwing Stones At Howling Urchins From Devil's Row, Who Were Circling Madly About The Heap And Pelting Him. His Infantile Countenance Was Livid With The Fury Of Battle. His Small Body Was Writhing In The Delivery Of Oaths.

I Saw A Man Pursuing The Horizon

Half Of Tradition Is A Lie.

Xxviii "truth," Said A Traveller, "is A Rock, A Mighty Fortress; "often Have I Been To It, "even To Its Highest Tower, "from Whence The World Looks Black." "truth," Said A Traveller, "is A Breath, A Wind, "a Shadow, A Phantom; "long Have I Pursued It, "but Never Have I Touched "the Hem Of Its Garment." And I Believed The Second Traveller; For Truth Was To Me A Breath, A Wind, A Shadow, A Phantom, And Never Had I Touched The Hem Of Its Garment.

I Saw A Man Pursuing The Horizon;round And Round They Sped.i Was Disturbed At This;i Accosted The Man."it Is Futile," I Said,"you Can Never-""you Lie," He Cried,and Ran On.