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I write for a few minutes before we attempt to find our way round, or force our way through the terrible matted tangle that lies in our path. I should be filled with new resolution. But my night was so afflicted with dreams, no, by one nightmare of appalling vividness, that I find myself prey to a dragging unwillingness to set one foot in front of another. I do not know why I should have been so enmired as I slept.

"I'm sorry", he said after a little. "But I just hated the thought of it all. I don't know. It seemed like a terrible,futile pathetic attempt to impose order on-on what isn't ordered. Those drums beating out that rhythm,not to send any message, but to try to say everything's right,everything's good. God's in his heaven and we're thumping out some nice music."

And I wonder now at this moment, accepting that Mr Darwin’s belief is correct – how those words on my pen, or rather my indelible pencil, would have scandalized my poor, dear papa – accepting that the idea of the progress of creation is correct, then can it be perhaps that man is becoming, generation by generation, more able to accept chaos.