An Illusion Which Is A Real Experience

The Spirit Of The Place Is A Strange Thing. Our Mechanical Age Tries To Override It. But It Does Not Succeed. In The End The Strange, Sinister Spirit Of The Place, So Diverse And Adverse In Differing Places, Will Smash Our Mechanical Oneness Into Smithereens.

What's That As Flies Without Wings, Your Ladyship? Time! Time!

How Can Any Man Be Free Without A Soul Of His Own, That He Believes In And Won't Sell At Any Price?

The Nearer A Conception Comes Towards Finality, The Nearer Does The Dynamic Relation, Out Of Which This Concept Has Arisen, Draw To A Close. To Know Is To Lose.

Now In November Nearer Comes The Sun Down The Abandoned Heaven.