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"
Listen
,
Geoffrey
!
"
he
said
--
"
Listen
to
the
silence
of
the
earth
while
the
lark
sings
!
Have
you
ever
observed
the
receptive
attitude
in
which
Nature
seems
to
wait
for
sounds
divine
!
"
I
did
not
answer
--
the
silence
around
us
was
indeed
impressive
;
--
the
warbling
of
the
thrush
had
ceased
,
and
only
the
lark
's
clear
voice
pealing
over-head
,
echoed
sweetly
through
the
stillness
of
the
lane
.
"
In
the
clerical
Heaven
,
"
went
on
Lucio
dreamily
--
"
there
are
no
birds
.
There
are
only
conceited
human
souls
braying
forth
'
Alleluia
'
!
No
flowers
are
included
--
no
trees
;
only
'
golden
streets
.
'
What
a
poor
and
barbarous
conception
!
As
if
a
World
inhabited
by
Deity
would
not
contain
the
wonders
,
graces
and
beauties
of
all
worlds
!
Even
this
little
planet
is
more
naturally
beautiful
than
the
clerical
Heaven
--
that
is
,
it
is
beautiful
wherever
Man
is
not
.
I
protest
--
I
have
always
protested
--
against
the
creation
of
Man
!
"
I
laughed
.
"
You
protest
against
your
own
existence
then
!
"
I
said
.
His
eyes
darkened
slowly
to
a
sombre
brooding
blackness
.
"
When
the
sea
roars
and
flings
itself
in
anger
on
the
shore
,
it
craves
its
prey
--
Mankind
!
--
it
seeks
to
wash
the
fair
earth
clean
of
the
puny
insect
that
troubles
the
planet
's
peace
!
It
drowns
the
noxious
creature
when
it
can
,
with
the
aid
of
its
sympathizing
comrade
the
wind
!
When
the
thunder
crashes
down
a
second
after
the
lightning
,
does
it
not
seem
to
you
that
the
very
clouds
combine
in
the
holy
war
?
The
war
against
God
's
one
mistake
;
--
the
making
of
humanity
--
the
effort
to
sweep
it
out
of
the
universe
as
one
erases
a
weak
expression
in
an
otherwise
perfect
Poem
!
You
and
I
,
for
example
,
are
the
only
discords
in
to-day
's
woodland
harmony
.
We
are
not
particularly
grateful
for
life
--
we
certainly
are
not
content
with
it
--
we
have
not
the
innocence
of
a
bird
or
a
flower
.
We
have
more
knowledge
you
will
say
--
but
how
can
we
be
sure
of
that
?
Our
wisdom
came
from
the
devil
in
the
first
place
,
according
to
the
legend
of
the
tree
of
knowledge
--
the
fruit
of
which
taught
both
good
and
evil
,
but
which
still
apparently
persuades
man
to
evil
rather
than
good
,
and
leads
him
on
to
a
considerable
amount
of
arrogance
besides
,
for
he
has
an
idea
he
will
be
immortal
as
a
god
in
the
hereafter
--
ye
majestic
Heavens
!
--
what
an
inadequately
stupendous
fate
for
a
grain
of
worthless
dust
--
a
dwarfish
atom
such
as
he
!
"
"
Well
,
I
have
no
ideas
of
immortality
"
--
I
said
--
"
I
have
told
you
that
often
.
This
life
is
enough
for
me
--
I
want
and
expect
no
other
.
"
"
Aye
,
but
if
there
were
another
!
"
answered
Lucio
,
fixing
me
with
a
steady
look
--
"
And
--
if
you
were
not
asked
your
opinion
about
it
--
but
simply
plunged
headlong
into
a
state
of
terrible
consciousness
in
which
you
would
rather
not
be
--
--
"
"
Oh
come
,
"
I
said
impatiently
--
"
do
not
let
us
theorise
!
I
am
happy
to-day
!
--
my
heart
is
as
light
as
that
of
the
bird
singing
in
the
sky
;
I
am
in
the
very
best
of
humours
,
and
could
not
say
an
unkind
word
to
my
worst
enemy
.
"
