A glare as of a furnace; and the cry,
Death to Pythagoras! Death to those who know!
Then, over the streaming smoke and the wild light
That like a stormy sunset sank away
Into a darker night, the deeper mist
Rolled down, and of that death I knew no more.
II
Aristotle
I. YOUTH AND THE SEA
The mists unfolded on a sparkling coast