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While I Complain Of Being Able To Glimpse No More Than The Shadow Of The Past, I May Be Insensitive To Reality As It Is Taking Shape At This Very Moment, Since I Have Not Reached The Stage Of Development At Which I Would Be Capable Of Perceiving It. A Few Hundred Years Hence, In This Same Place, Another Traveller, As Despairing As Myself, Will Mourn The Disappearance Of What I Might Have Seen, But Failed To See.

The Order And Harmony Of The Western World, Its Most Famous Achievement, And A Laboratory In Which Structures Of A Complexity As Yet Unknown Are Being Fashioned, Demand The Elimination Of A Prodigious Mass Of Noxious By-products Which Now Contaminate The Globe. The First Thing We See As We Travel Round The World Is Our Own Filth, Thrown Into The Face Of Mankind.

Being Human Signifies, For Each One Of Us, Belonging To A Class, A Society, A Country, A Continent And A Civilization; And For Us European Earth-dwellers, The Adventure Played Out In The Heart Of The New World Signifies In The First Place That It Was Not Our World And That We Bear Responsibility For The Crime Of Its Destruction.

Just As The Individual Is Not Alone In The Group, Nor Anyone In Society Alone Among The Others, So Man Is Not Alone In The Universe.

In The Case Of European Towns, The Passing Of Centuries Provides An Enhancement; In The Case Of American Towns, The Passing Of Years Brings Degeneration. It Is Not Simply That They Have Been Newly Built; They Were Built So As To Be Renewable As Quickly As They Were Put Up, That Is, Badly.