...thought of it-in-those-relatious, a thought suffused with the consciousness of all that dim context. Often we are ourselves struck at the strange differences...year to another we see things in new lights. What was unreal has grown real, and what was exciting is insipid. The friends we used tocare the world for are...

...thought of it-in-those-relations, a thought suffused with the consciousness of all that dim context Often we are ourselves struck at the strange differences...year to another we see things in new lights. What was unreal has grown real, and what was exciting is insipid. The friends we used to care the world for...

...thought of it-in-those-relations, a thought suffused with the consciousness of al< that dim context. Often we are ourselves struck at the strange differences...year to another we see things in new lights. What was unreal has grown real, and what was exciting is insipid. The friends we used to care the world for...

...context. Often we are ourselves struck at the strange differences in our successive views of the samo thing. We wonder how we ever could have opined as...year to another we see things in new lights. What was unreal has grown real, and what was exciting is insipid. The friends we used to care the world for...

...thought of it-in-those-relations, a thought suffused with the consciousness of al^ that dim context. Often we are ourselves struck at the strange differences...opined as we did last month about a certain matter. We heave outgrown the possibility of that state of mind, we know not how. From one year to another we...

...thought of it-in-those-relations, a thought suffused with the consciousness of al] that dim context. Often we are ourselves struck at the strange differences in our successive views of the same thing. AVe wonder how we ever could have opined as we did last month about a certain matter. We have outgrown...

...thought of it-in-those-relations, a thought suffused with the consciousness of all that dim context. Often we are ourselves struck at the strange differences in our successive views of the sama thing. We wonder how we ever could have opined as we did last month about a certain matter. We...

...certainly be true to say, like Heraclitus, that we never descend twice into the same stream." . . . Often we are ourselves struck at the strange differences in our successive views. of the same thing." . . . "From one year to another we see things in new lights. What was unreal has grown real, and what...

...certainly be true to say, like Heraclitus, that we never descend twice into the same stream." . . . Often we are ourselves struck at the strange differences in our successive views of the same thing." . . . "From one year to another we see things in new lights. What was unreal has grown real, and what...

...relations, a thought suffused with consciousness of all that dim context. Often we are struck with the strange differences in our successive views of...year to another we see things in new lights. What was unreal has grown real, and what was exciting is insipid. The friends we used to care the world for...