hills the Supermen are prancing about, though you can’t see them. And there is Besantheim, and there is Eddyhowe, and there, on that queer little tableland, is Wilsonia, and just round the corner is Rabindranathopolis� .

But Lord, I can’t see anything. Help me, heaven, to a telescope, for I see blank nothing.

I’m not going to try any more. I’m going to sit down on my posterior and sluther full speed down this Pisgah, even if it cost me my trouser seat. So ho! — away we go.

In the beginning — there never was any beginning, but let it pass. We’ve got to make a start somehow. In the very beginning of all things, time and space and cosmos and being, in the beginning of all these was a little living creature. But I don’t