“There are fortunes to be made out of bristle for a man with deft hands.”

Book II, Chapter XV.
Crowds (1913)

Jacula Prudentum (1651)

Lini
(15 September 1992)

Source: The Gate of Worlds (1967), Chapter 7 “We Play a Little Game” (p. 122)

Source: Don Quixote de la Mancha (1605–1615), Part I, Book I, Ch. 4.

Source: Intuitions and Summaries of Thought (1862), Volume I, p. 82.

We Know Who Our Enemies Are.
A→B Life (2002)

2010s, 2016, June

On the work of the metal-smith Tubal-Cain
The Legend of Jubal (1869)
Context: Each day he wrought and better than he planned,
Shape breeding shape beneath his restless hand.
(The soul without still helps the soul within,
And its deft magic ends what we begin.)
Nay, in his dreams his hammer he would wield
And seem to see a myriad types revealed,
Then spring with wondering triumphant cry,
And, lest the inspiring vision should go by,
Would rush to labor with that plastic zeal
Which all the passion of our life can steal
For force to work with. Each day saw the birth
Of various forms, which, flung upon the earth,
Seemed harmless toys to cheat the exacting hour,
But were as seeds instinct with hidden power.