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The Garden En Robe De Parade. - Samain Like A Skein Of Loose Silk Blown Against A Wall She Walks By The Railing Of A Path In Kensington Gardens, And She Is Dying Piece-meal Of A Sort Of Emotional Anaemia. And Round About There Is A Rabble Of The Filthy, Sturdy, Unkillable Infants Of The Very Poor. They Shall Inherit The Earth. In Her Is The End Of Breeding. Her Boredom Is Exquisite And Excessive. She Would Like Some One To Speak To Her, And Is Almost Afraid That I Will Commit That Indiscretion.

In Our Time, The Curse Is Monetary Illiteracy, Just As Inability To Read Plain Print Was The Curse Of Earlier Centuries.

The Phase Of The Usury System Which We Are Trying To Analyze Is More Or Less Patterson's Perception That The Bank Of England Could Have Benefit Of All The Interest On All The Money That It Creates Out Of Nothing. ... Now The American Citizen Can, Of Course, Appeal To His Constitution, Which States That Congress Shall Have Power To Coin Money Or Regulate The Value Thereof And Of Foreign Coin. Such Appeal Is Perhaps Quixotic.

Consider The Way Of The Scientists Rather Than The Way Of An Advertising Agent For A New Soap.

Humanity Is The Rich Effluvium, It Is The Waste And The Manure And The Soil, And From It Grows The Tree Of The Arts.