ABSTRACT
The eclipse had been long coming. No one knew when or where the sleeping forces began their slow, certain awakenings across the face of modern hope. To a world long accustomed to the light of future things, the prospect of its loss was the Unthinkable itself. In the realm of natural things, everyone knows that according to ordained schedule the moon crosses the sun, darkening the world for a time. But no one, save those who devoutly prayed for it, was prepared for this dark day—a day when the most foreign of social things would slide into place, cut off the light, then remain as the uncertain order of unknown days to come.
