The connection is as direct and as subtle as between the Marconi stations, two great wireless stations.

A family, if you like, is a group of wireless stations, all adjusted to the same, or very much the same vibration.

All the time they quiver with the interchange, there is one long endless flow of vitalistic communication between members of one family, a long, strange _rapport_, a sort of life-unison.

It is a ripple of life through many bodies as through one body.

But all the time there is the jolt, the rupture of individualism, the individual asserting himself beyond all ties or claims.