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'Tis only fools speak evil of the clay-The very stars are made of clay like mine. The mightiest and absurdest sleep-walker on the planet! Chained in the circle of his own imaginings, man is only too keen to forget his origin and to shame that flesh of his that bleeds like all flesh andthat is good to eat. Civilization (which is part of the circle of his imaginings) has spread a veneerover the surface of the soft-shelled animal known as man. It is a very thin veneer; but sowonderfully is man constituted that he squirms on his bit of achievement and believes he is garbedin armour-plate.Yet man to-day is the same man that drank from his enemy's skull in the dark German forests, thatsacked cities, and stole his women from neighbouring clans like any howling aborigine. The fleshand-blood body of man has not changed in the last several thousand years. Nor has his mindchanged. There is no faculty of the mind of man to-day that did not exist in the minds of the menof long ago. Man has to-day no concept that is too wide and deep and abstract for the mind ofPlato or Aristotle to grasp. Give to Plato or Aristotle the same fund of knowledge that man to-dayhas access to, and Plato and Aristotle would reason as profoundly as the man of to-day and wouldachieve very similar conclusions.It is the same old animal man, smeared over, it is true, with a veneer, thin and magical, that makeshim dream drunken dreams of self-exaltation and to sneer at the flesh and the blood of him beneaththe smear. The raw animal crouching within him is like the earthquake monster pent in the crust ofthe earth. As he persuades himself against the latter till it arouses and shakes down a city, so does hepersuade himself against the former until it shakes him out of his dreaming and he standsundisguised, a brute like any other brute.

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