Capitolo 16
The morning of creation? It is, not writing in history, neither ago,
lives in tradition. There is here mystery; but it has it hid from the
the obscurity of past age. There is here a true history, but us
you/he/she has not learned well the used alphabet. Here undoubtedly
marvelous scenes; but our stand-point is removed by so enormous duration,
the fog of years witnesses so thick us, that only the most ill-mannered
contours can be determined. The delicate carving, the body of
the portrait, is hidden from our eye. The question as to the
the antiquity and primitive history of man, are full of interest in
you proportion as the solution it is to attack with difficulty. Us
doubts the past; but only here and there an answer is felt.
Certainly boldfaced it is he who it would try, from the few data by hand,
to reconstruct the history of times and people removed till now.
We am convinced quickly that many centuries and tens of
centuries, is rolled away since the first aspect of man on the
earth. We am thrilled with the fact "that the crowds of
people have transported on the surface of the Earth, and sunk in
the night of forgetfulness, without leaving a trace of them
existence: without one note through which is probable that we have to
the less scholar their names."<1>
To think about us, is to imagine for ours own nation a
immortality. We am so great, so strong, nothing can certainly stir
us. I/you/he/she allow us to learn the humility from the past: and when, here and
there, we come on the memo of an enfeebled people trace,
the tests of a population that it abounds in the ancient durations, and it recovers
rather of a history, true and touching as some that the poets
songs, allow us to recognize the fact that the nations as
individuals pass away and they are forgotten.
The past watches his/her secret well. To learn of him we have to look for new
methods of investigation. Discouraged by the difficulties in the way,
many have imagined him unknown from the present from a veil that
only it thickens as passages of time. In the rests of prehistoric