The artists have fashioned their dreams of delight." The martyrs for thought and freedom have died their death; knowledge has sprung from the bones of ignorance; civilization for ten thousand years has battled with brutality to this result--that a specimen gentleman of the Twentieth Century, the heir of all the ages, finds his greatest joy in life the striking of a ball with a chunk of wood! Human energy, human suffering, has been wasted.

Such crown of happiness for a man might surely have been obtained earlier and at less cost.

Was it intended?
Are we on the right track?
The child's play is wiser.

The battered doll is a princess.

Within the sand castle dwells an ogre.