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other research: such is the object of my
life. .
Myst. But of mine the research itself.
Scept. IT applaud you. You are the happy
one. I am the martyr. I shall sow, but
not reap; my eyes shall hardly see the first-
fruits of my labour; yet something I shall
see. Also, to construct one must clear
the ground: to harvest, the plough and
harrow are required. First we must rid us
of false phrase and lying assumption, of
knavery and.ignorance, of bigotry and shirk-
ing. Let us pull down the church and the
Free Library
;! with each stone torn thence
let us build the humble and practical homes
of the true ‘‘ holy men” of our age, the
1 The sarcasm is perhaps against the popu-
larity of the worthless novel, as shown in Free
Library statistics ; or against the uselessness of
any form of reading to a man not otherwise
educated.
austere and single-minded labourers in the
fields of Physics and Physiology.
Myst. Here, moreover, is the foundation
of race harmony ; here the possible basis for
a genuine brotherhood of man! * He will
never be permanently solidarised-—excuse the
neologism !—by grandiose phrase and tran-
sitory emotion; but in the Freemasonry of
the Adepts of Dhyana what temple may not
yet be builded?
Scept. Not made with hands—
ev rots
ovpavots alwytos.
Myst. Has not this mystical bond brought
you and me together, us diverse, even re-
pugnant in all other ways, yet utterly at one
in this great fact? ,
Scept. We have talked too lightly, friend.
Silence is best.
Myst. Let us meditate upon the adorable
light of that divine Savitri !
Scept. May she enlighten our minds!