This is the end, for the moment, of all my thinking, this is my
unfinal conclusion. There is no reason in tangible things, and no
system in the ordinary ways of the world. Hands were made to grope,
and feet to stumble, and the only things you may count on are the
unaccountable things. System is a fairy and a dream, you never find
system where or when you expect it. There are no reasons except
reasons you and I don't know. I should not be really surprised if
the policeman across the way grew wings, or if the deep sea rose
and washed out the chaos of the land. I should not raise my
eyebrows if the daily press became the Little Sunbeam of the Home,
or if Cabinet Ministers struck for a decrease of wages. I feel no
security in facts, precedent seems no protection to me. The wisdom
you can find in an Encyclopedia, or in Selfridge's Information
Bureau, seems to me just a transitory adaptation to quicksand
circumstances.
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