Excerpt from The Sphinx's Children and Other People'sOnce to all things comes their hour. The black column of basalt quivers to its heart with one keen lightning thrill that vindicates its kin to the electric ¿ash without, the granite cli¿' loses one atom from its bald front, and every other atom quails before the dumb shiver of gravitation and shifts its place, the breathing, breathless marble, which a sculptor has rescued from its primeval sleep, and, repeating after God, though with stammering and insufficient lips, the great drama of Paradise, makes a man out of dust, once, once, in the deadness of its beauty, that marble thrills with magnetic life, drinks its maker's soul, re peats the Paradisiac amen, and owns that it is good. Yea, greater miracle of transcendental truth, once.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.