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East and ahead of the coast of North America, some thirty miles and more from the inner shores of Massachusetts, there stands in the open Atlantic the last fragment of an ancient and vanished land.
p.10 The world to-day is sick to its thin blood for lack of elemental things, for fire before the hands, for water welling from the earth, for air, for the dear earth itself underfoot.
p.25 On animals...
We patronize them for their incompleteness, for thir tragic fate ofhaving taken form so far below ourselves. And therein we ere, and greatly err....In a world older and more complete than ours they move finished and complete...
p60 ...the adventure of the sun is the great natural drama by which we live, and not to have joy in it and awe of it, not to share in it, is to close a dull door on nature's sustaining and poetic spirit.
p187 On the sense of smell...
It is a sense that every lover of the elemental world ought to use, and, using, enjoy...Had we done so, we should never have built a civilization which outrages them [the senses], which so outrages them, indeed, that a vicious circle has been established and the dull sense grown duller.