ABSTRACT
The world in which we live has been variously said and sung by the most ingenious poets and philosophers: these reducing it to formula: and chemical ingredients. those striking the lyre in high-sounding measures for the handiwork of God. The Greeks figured Pan, the god of Nature, now terribly stamping his foot, so that armies were dispersed; now by the woodside on a summer noon trolling on his pipe until he charmed the hearts of upland ploughmen. And the Greeks, in so figuring, uttered the last word of human experience. Pan is not dead, but of all the classic hierarchy alone survives in triumph; goat-footed, with a gleeful and an angry look, the type of the shaggy world: and in every wood, if the reader go with a spirit properly prepared, they shall hear the note of his pipe.
