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SCIENCE AND THE FUTURE
conscious of his ghastly mission, and proud of it.
“ Black is his robe from top to toe, His flesh is white and warm below, All through his silent veins flow free Hunger and thirst and venery, But in his eyes a still small flame Like the first cell from which he came Burns round and luminous, as he rides Singing my song of deicides.”
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