﻿PRIMEVAL 
  MAN. 
  

  

  Most 
  true 
  ! 
  and 
  equally 
  true 
  was 
  it 
  that 
  

   this 
  desire 
  of 
  knowledge 
  was 
  burning 
  in- 
  

   tensely 
  in 
  him 
  when 
  it 
  wrung 
  from 
  him 
  no 
  

   confession 
  ; 
  or 
  rather, 
  when 
  it 
  was 
  interwoven 
  

   into 
  the 
  very 
  tissue 
  of 
  which 
  his 
  immortal 
  

   Confessions 
  are 
  composed. 
  In 
  them 
  no 
  more 
  

   splendid 
  passages 
  occur 
  than 
  those 
  in 
  which 
  

   he 
  turns 
  the 
  eye 
  of 
  his 
  curiosity 
  inwards 
  

   upon 
  the 
  secrets 
  of 
  his 
  own 
  nature, 
  and 
  asks 
  

   a 
  thousand 
  unanswerable 
  questions 
  on 
  the 
  

   structure 
  and 
  the 
  power 
  of 
  Memory. 
  What 
  

   and 
  where 
  are 
  those 
  innumerable 
  chambers, 
  — 
  

   those 
  vast 
  halls, 
  — 
  which 
  hold 
  in 
  perpetual 
  

   imagery 
  not 
  only 
  all 
  he 
  had 
  ever 
  seen, 
  but 
  

   all 
  he 
  had 
  ever 
  conceived 
  and 
  known 
  ? 
  How 
  

   can 
  the 
  immensities 
  of 
  Time 
  and 
  Space, 
  of 
  

   earth, 
  and 
  sky, 
  and 
  ocean, 
  be 
  thus 
  contained? 
  

  

  