If the weather is foul we stay at home and read the papers. We toil for six days, on the seventh we must motor I journeyed to the suburbs, and there I was told: In the place where they work, but where they spend their Sundays. There I was told: we have too many churches,Īnd too few chop-houses. Where the River flows, with foreign flotations. I journeyed to London, to the timekept City, Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?īring us farther from God and nearer to the Dust. Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the Life we have lost in living? Knowledge of words, and ignorance of the Word.Īll our knowledge brings us nearer to our ignorance,Īll our ignorance brings us nearer to death, O world of spring and autumn, birth and dying!īrings knowledge of motion, but not of stillness O perpetual recurrence of determined seasons,
O perpetual revolution of configured stars, The Hunter with his dogs pursues his circuit.
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