There is in it nothing of decadence.
But, as John Reed says-- _"...

There's anaemia Ev'n in Bohemia, That there's not more of it--_ there _is the miracle!"_ For still the Village is, or has been, inarticulate.

Individually it has found speech--it has expressed itself in diverse and successful forms.

But there remains a void of voices! A community must strongly utter something, and must find mouths and mouthpieces for the purpose.
It was hard to find, hard to locate, hard to vocalise, this message of the Village; eventually it came up from the depths and pitched its tone bravely and sweetly, so that men might hear and understand.
The need was for something concrete and yet varied, which could cry out alone,--a delicious voice in the wilderness, if you like! There have been play-acting companies, "The Washington Square Players," "The Provincetown Players," and others.

But something was still wanting.
Sometimes it strikes us that wonderful things happen haphazard like meteors and miracles.