For the intellect is a product of sunlight, its energy supplied by human blood which dies. The new dimension comes from the fountain-head of energy, and its first realization is the unity of all nature. The intellect is as old as your body is; the giant that is awakening from sleep in the breasts of the rising generation is immortal. The thing that was called genius in the last generation met a destructive force in the material world, almost as deadly and vindictive as that encountered by Copernicus. The voices of the few heralds were scarcely heard, but there is a battle-line of genius in the new generation, timed for the great service years following the chaos of war. They will bring in the liberation of religion from mammon; they will bring in the religion of work, the equality of women, not on a mere suffrage matter alone, but in spirit and truth; they will bring in their children un-accursed. Solitude GEORGE SOULE I was fretted with husks of men; I cried out to be alone, To be free, To run in the wind. Solitude was to me as the dream of a country well to a fevered man. I ran away to be alone. And there were the stars, and the sea, and the sun coming up out of the sea. And I went mad with the wind’s song. Then I chanted my ardor to the air— But it came back clanging about my ears: The stars were too near, I was compressed between horizons; I choked in the wind and the sun! In my wrath I strode back to men And smote the husks asunder. From them came forth The whole of me that I had lacked. For the first time I was alone, Alone with all of myself, In splendid peace. Remy De Gourmont BY RICHARD ALDINGTON