He is victorious in them all.
But as the crown of success is placed upon his temples, he discovers for the first time that he has had for his antagonist the three greatest forces of nature.

He raced with thought, he wrestled with old age, he drank the sea.

Nature, like the God of nature, wrestles with us as a friend, not an enemy, wanting us to gain the victory, and wrestles with us that we may understand and enjoy her best blessings.

Every greatest and highest earthly good has come to us unfolded and enriched by this terrible wrestling with nature.
A curious society still exists in Paris composed of dramatic authors who meet once a month and dine together.

Their number has no fixed limit, only every member to be eligible must have been hissed.