Capitolo 47
greater possible distance from his/her country. For all these
instincts send down their roots through the soil of the uncivil one,
down through the soil of the primitive, down in the soil of the
underhuman--that theater of venerable old man devoted to the low tragedies.
"While this can seem to you to be going far for a principle of the
history, is coming next to us. Some kind of man and woman to whom we am
us; some kind of husband and wife that we am to each other; some kind
of father and mother we am to our children; some kind of human beings
we am to friend our beings--the passions that inflate as with vigor the
gems of those relationships until them burst in their ending forms of
behavior is fed by the fund of the soil of the world. Me and You
to-night is building the structures of our moral characters on
life-pole that you/they sink in mud of fathomless. All of us human beings bathe ours
cups that you/they drink in an enormous delta that majestically sweeps toward the sea
and drops of taking that drip from the springs of the creation.
"It is in an ancestral and enormous country, a Country of origin of Old Desiderio that
my history lies for you and for me: deduced by the forest and by human creature
nature as the two has worked in the destiny of the earth. I have
tears him/it from this Tree gone out of the ancient woods in the house
in this night of the Nativity."
He made the break of the researcher and it recapitulated, while falling in the tone of easy
narrative. You/he/she was already become evident that this method to say
the history would be to find him it was able that Alpine flowers for her among
Alpine snows.
He told then her that the traceable and greater influence in the life of
the human run is the sea. It is true that man in of the ancestral form
you/he/she was cradled in the crib of the depth; he of gnawed by the waves as the
Greek islandeds said of near Venus. Traces of this origin him still
bears both in his/her body and his/her emotions; and together their do on his