They have not thought the thing out.

They hold no ordered creed of human organization or advancement.

They leave all to chance and think, when they think at all, that chance determines it.

And yet the Great Hope persists, and I think I have grown an inch by it.
I wonder how it seems, looked at from the cold mountains of Lake Saranac?
It's the end of the year.

Mrs.Page and I (alone!) have been talking of democracy, of these very things I've written.