QUE.RCUS ALBA 



passing seasons, and that the rains 

 descend in their time. A philoso- 

 pher, he stands there where we, 

 the puny spectators, can observe 

 and draw the moral or overlook it 

 absolutely, as we please. Despite 

 the long inevitable battle which 

 made existence possible, Quercus 

 Alba has found life its only justifi- 

 cation. Though oblivion is like- 

 wise inevitable, gathering shape 

 slowly in the dim distance, he will 



await that end without fear, calm 



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