PHILANDER’S DUST (1796) 121 A GROUP (1804) 129 THE WATERS OF LIFE (1804) 136 PLOUGHING THE EARTH (1804) 141 THE EAGLE (1804) 147 “ALBION! AROUSE THYSELF!” (1804) 153 THE CRUCIFIXION (1804) 159 THE JUDGMENT DAY (1806) 165 THE TOMB (1806) 171 THE SELFHOOD OF DECEIT (1807) 177 THE SHEPHERDS (1821) 183 THE MORNING STARS (1821) 189 THE WHIRLWIND (1825) 195 THE JUST UPRIGHT MAN (1825) 202 FOR HIS EYES ARE UPON THE WAYS OF MAN (1825) 207 William Blake would have been the first to understand that the biography of anybody ought really to begin with the words, “In the beginning God created heaven and earth.” If we were telling the story of Mr Jones of Kentish Town, we should need all the centuries to explain it. We cannot comprehend even the name “Jones,” until we have realised that its commonness is not the commonness of vulgar but of divine things; for its very commonness is an echo of the adoration of St John the Divine. The adjective “Kentish” is rather a mystery in that geographical connection; but the word Kentish is not so mysterious as the awful and impenetrable word “town.” We shall have rent up the roots of prehistoric mankind and seen the last revolutions of modern society before we really know the meaning of the word “town.” So every word we use comes to us coloured from all its adventures in history, every phase of which has made at least a faint alteration. The only right way of telling a story is to begin at the beginning--at the beginning of the world. Therefore all books have to be begun in the wrong way, for the sake of brevity. If Blake wrote the life of Blake it would not begin with any business about his birth or parentage.