The Blind Spot

ucing Dr. Holcomb. All of us, at least, those who read, and, most of all, thos

nly by their wisdom, but by their character, have a way of stamping themselves upon generations; a speaker of the upstanding class, walking

d that the study of the classics, however essential, is but the ground work for combining and working out the problems of the future. He was epig

brought the deepest of all subjects down to the scope of the commonest thinker. It is needless to say tha

man must be careful of his speech. Dr. Holcomb was often busy refuting; he could not understand the need of these little twistings of wisdom. It kept him in controversy; the brothers

c; the great professor standing at bay to his tormentors. One and all they loved him and one and all they took delight in his torture. It was a hard t

tling statements. He had a way of inserting parenthetically some of his scraps

ht have we to say that life, which we assume to be everlasting, immediately becomes restrospect once it passes out of the conscious individuality which is allotted upon this earth? The trouble is ourselves. We are five-se

e can derive nothing from pure contemplation. There is mystery and wonder in the veil of the occult. The earth, our life, is merely a vestibule of the universe. Contemplation alone will hold us all as inapt and as impotent as the old Monks of Athos. We have mountains of literature behind us, all contemplative, and

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ur subjective musings and enter the concrete. We are five-sensed, and in the nature of things we must bring the proof down into the concrete where we can understand it. Can we pierc

But that does not imply that we shall never solve some of the mystery of life. The occult is not only a supposition, but

to my s

nding out tomes of wonderful sophistry I have been pounding away at the screen of the occult. This is a proud moment. I have succeeded. Tomorrow I shall bring to you the fact and the substance. I have lifted up the curtain and flooded it with the light of day. You shall have

e second part

etropolitan dailies. In the lecture-room next morning seats were at a premium; students, professors, instructors and all the prominent people who could gain admission crowded into the hall; even the irrepres

ne was expectant. And then fifteen minutes passed by, twenty-the crowd settled down to waiting. At length

he left over

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Blind Spot. I wanted to hear it, but he told me I could have it at home. He said he w

was this guest

me, Rhamda Avec. I remember because it is so funny. I asked father if h

er have his le

told me he was going to startle the world as

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ht to receive the great man. He was to deliver his lecture at ten. And afterward he

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here were still some people waiting. At one o'clock the last man had slipped out of the room-and wondered. In all the country there was but one person who