Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically.
The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to
build up new habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather
hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we
go round, or scramble over other obstacles. We've got to live, no
matter how many skies have fallen.
The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to
build up new habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather
hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we
go round, or scramble over other obstacles. We've got to live, no
matter how many skies have fallen.





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