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Up at the League, says a friend, there had been one night a brisk conversational discussion, as to what would happen on the Morrow of the Revolution, finally shading off into a vigorous statement by various friends of their views on the future of the fully-developed new society.

Says our friend: Considering the subject, the discussion was good-tempered; for those present being used to public meetings and after-lecture debates, if they did not listen to each others opinions (which could scarcely be expected of them), at all events did not always attempt to speak all together, as is the custom of people in ordinary polite society when conversing on a subject which interests them. For the rest, there were six persons present, and consequently six sections of the party were represented, four of which had strong but divergent Anarchist opinions.

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"Savez-vous où il se trouve – le Pays Creux ? Depuis longtemps, maintenant, j’en suis à la recherche, j’essaie de le retrouver – le Pays Creux – car c’est là que j’ai vu mon amour pour la première fois. Je veux d’abord vous dire comment je l’ai trouvé ; mais je me fais vieux, et ma mémoire me trahit : il vous faut patienter et me laisser réfléchir si d’aventure je puis vous dire comment c’est arrivé. Oui, à mes oreilles résonne un bruit de trompettes qui retentissent dans des landes désolées, de mes yeux et mes oreilles, je vois, j’entends le choc et le fracas des sabots de chevaux, le son et l’éclat de l’acier ; des lèvres retroussées, des dents serrées, des cris, des hurlements, et des imprécations. [...]"

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La Source au bout du monde - 1

It is true that if all were going smoothly with art, or at all events so smoothly that there were but a few malcontents in the world, you might listen with some pleasure, and perhaps advantage, to the talk of an old hand in the craft concerning ways of work, the snares that beset success, and the shortest road to it, to a tale of workshop receipts and the like: that would be a pleasant talk surely between friends and fellow-workmen; but it seems to me as if it were not for us as yet; nay, maybe we may live long and find no time fit for such restful talk as the cheerful histories of the hopes and fears of our workshops: anyhow to-night I cannot do it, but must once again call the faithful of art to a battle wider and more distracting than that kindly struggle with nature, to which all true craftsmen are born; which is both the building-up and the wearing-away of their lives...

That the beauty of life is a thing of no moment, I suppose few people would venture to assert, and yet most civilised people act as if it were of none, and in so doing are wronging both themselves and those that are to come after them; for that beauty, which is what is meant by ART, using the word in its widest sense, is, I contend, no mere accident to human life, which people can take or leave as they choose, but a positive necessity of life, if we are to live as nature meant us to; that is, unless we are content to be less than men.

Now I ask you, as I have been asking myself this long while, what proportion of the population in civilised countries has any share at all in that necessity of life?

I say that the answer which must be made to that question justifies my fear that modern civilisation is on the road to trample out all the beauty of life, and to make us less than men.

Now if there should be any here who will say: It was always so; there always was a mass of rough ignorance that knew and cared nothing about art; I answer first, that if that be the case, then it was always wrong, and we, as soon as we have become conscious of that wrong, are bound to set it right if we can...

The Beauty of Life - Making the Best of It

Of all the stories kept in being by the saga-tellers and left for our delight, there is none that so epitomises human experience; has within the same space so much of nature and of life; so fully the temper and genius of the Northern folk, as that of the Volsungs and Niblungs, which has in varied shapes entered into the literature of many lands. In the beginning there is no doubt that the story belonged to the common ancestral folk of all the Teutonic of Scando-Gothic peoples in the earliest days of their wanderings. Whether they came from the Hindu Kush, or originated in Northern Europe, brought it with them from Asia, or evolved it among the mountains and rivers it has taken for scenery, none know nor can; but each branch of their descendants has it in one form or another, and as the Icelanders were the very crown and flower of the northern folk, so also the story which is the peculiar heritage of that folk received in their hands its highest expression and most noble form.

The Volsungs Saga

Rodolphe, le plus jeune fils du roi des Haults-Prés, s'enfuit de la maison paternelle pour partir en quête d'aventures et connaître la vie d'un chevalier errant.
Chemin faisant, il apprend l'existence d'une source magique à l'eau miraculeuse et se met en devoir de la découvrir. Son épopée le mènera par-delà les cita- delles des hommes, les forêts enchantées et les landes arides. Le jeune aventurier y rencontrera un grand nombre de figures extravagantes qui bouleverse- ront sa vision du monde, du Bien et du Mal, et de lui-même : de fiers bergers-guerriers défiant l'ordre établi, des brigands justiciers plus joyeux que des ménestrels, un mystérieux chevalier noir, un moine lubrique tout droit sorti des Contes de Canterbury, et une sorcière insoumise à la loi des hommes dont il tombera éperdument amoureux.

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