. . .
He walked on towards the deserted tank and now he was talking aloud.
"I understand the jungle. I understand. . . . If a few men die
here, what matter? There are worse deaths than being killed. . . .
"What is this fool's trap of security?
"Every time in my life that I have fled from security I have fled
from death. . . .
"Let men stew in their cities if they will. It is in the lonely
places, in jungles and mountains, in snows and fires, in the still
observatories and the silent laboratories, in those secret and
dangerous places where life probes into life, it is there that the
masters of the world, the lords of the beast, the rebel sons of Fate
come to their own. . . .
"You sleeping away there in the cities! Do you know what it means
for you that I am here to-night?
"Do you know what it means to you?
"I am just one--just the precursor.
"Presently, if you will not budge, those hot cities must be burnt
about you. You must come out of them. . . ."
He wandered now uttering his thoughts as they came to him, and he
saw no more living creatures because they fled and hid before the
sound of his voice.
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