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Men Often Compete With One Another Until The Day They Die. Comradeship Consists Of Rubbing Shoulders Jocularly With A Competitor.

There Is A Time Of Life Somewhere Between The Sullen Fugues Of Adolescence And The Retrenchments Of Middle Age When Human Nature Becomes So Absolutely Absorbing One Wants To Be In The City Constantly, Even At The Height Of Summer.

Silence Is Exhilarating At First - As Noise Is - But There Is A Sweetness To Silence Outlasting Exhilaration, Akin To The Sweetness Of Listening And The Velvet Of Sleep.

If Human Nature Eventually Is Going To Take The Place Of Nature Everywhere, Those Of Us Who Have Been Naturalists Will Have To Transpose The Faith In Nature Which Is Inherent In The Profession To A Faith In Man-if Necessary, Man Alone In The World.

Our Loneliness Makes Us Avid Column Readers These Days.