It is a curious thing, the way man is forever boasting of his grand march of progress when all he has done is exchange an old master for a brand-new driver with a shinier whip. We look back with a shudder at the poor, ignorant savages who fell under the spell of the poppy and the leaf, yet we walk the streets today with our noses glued to a little glass brick, entirely convinced that we are the very pinnacle of creation.

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