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When Eras Die, Their Legacies Are Left To Strange Police. Professors In New England Guard The Glory That Was Greece.

It Is Possible That Our Race May Be An Accident, In A Meaningless Universe, Living Its Brief Life Uncared For, On This Dark, Cooling Star: But Even So - And All The More - What Marvelous Creatures We Are! What Fairy Story, What Tale From The Arabian Nights Of The Jinns, Is A Hundredth Part As Wonderful As This True Fairy Story Of Simians! It Is So Much More Heartening, Too, Than The Tales We Invent. A Universe Capable Of Giving Birth To Many Such Accidents Is - Blind Or Not - A Good World To Live In, A Promising Universe. . . . We Once Thought We Lived On God's Footstool, It May Be A Throne.

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This Is A Hard And Precarious World, Where Every Mistake And Infirmity Must Be Paid For In Full.

Knowledge Is Power. Unfortunate Dupes Of This Saying Will Keep On Creating, Ambitiously, Till They Have Stunned Their Native Initiative And Made Their Thoughts Weak.