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this spot than the Atlantic. We are purblind 
citizens all of us; apt to dogmatise largely upon 
an uncommonly small substratum of knowledge. 
Like the moles and the blindworms we know 
remarkably well the few inches that we can 
actually feel and touch; but with regard to what 
John Locke calls “the rest of the vast expan- 
sum,” that we give up to fog and _ practical 
non-existence, thereby saving ourselves from the 
trouble of knowing anything about it. 
