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until lie is aged and worn to a heap of skin, bones
and ragged hoofs — In that majestic progress of life,
that gives the exact impression of Phidias' frizze,
the men and beasts of which, though they seem of
the rigidity of marble are not so but move, with
blinding rapidity, though we do not have the time
to notice it, their legs advancing a millionth part
of an inch even,- fifty thousand years — In that
progress of life which seems stillness itself in the mass
of its movements — at last SPRING is approaching.
In that colossal surge toward the finite and the capable life has now arrived for the second lime at that exact moment when in the ages past the destruction of the species Homo sapiens occured.
Now at last that process of miraculous verisimilitude, that grate copying which evolution has followed, repeating move for move every move that it made in the past — is approaching the end.
Suddenly it is at an end. THE WORLD IS NEW.
I
By the road to the contagious hospital under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the
