The Massacre of the Males 
ity of the group in whose thousands of 
hearts one destiny, one thought, is scat- 
tered and united. It stands in lieu of the 
sun and the flowers, till its elder brother, 
the veritable sun of the real, great spring, 
peering through the half-open door, glides 
in his first softened glances, wherein 
anemones and violets are coming to life 
again; and gently awakens the workers, 
showing them that the sky once more is 
blue in the world, and that the uninter- 
rupted circle that joins death to life has 
turned and begun afresh. 
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