Yes, it is ever thus with Nature. First she tempts one in a thousand different ways, and after she has trapped her victim resorts to rebuke. Why does she not soimd a note of warning when there is still a chance of escape? Why does she not but why ask questions? Why philosophize? I wish to tell my story without homilies, without preachments. Truth needs no parables. n One humid summer day I arrived in a mid-western city well fortified for conquest; world conquest, I then thought. My armor consisted of a college degree and a certificate attesting my right to practice law. I had chosen this city partly because a boyhood friend of my fathers lived here and partly because I had been impressed by the aphorism of a successful American spoken of as a merchant prince that success thrives on smoke, dirt and noise. The city of mjj; choice embodied these three graces to a marked degree. I ts inhabitants boasted of its smoke, of its dirt, of its noise.
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