Darwin had come since then. There were people ... distinguished minds, who thought Darwin was true.
No God. No Creation. The struggle for existence. Fighting.... Fighting.... Fighting.... Everybody groping and fighting.... Fräulein.... Some said it was true ... some not. They could not both be right. It was probably true ... only old-fashioned people thought it was not. It was true. Just that—monkeys fighting. But who began it? Who made Fräulein? Tough leathery monkey....
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Then nothing matters. Just one little short life....
“A few more years shall roll ...
A few more seasons pass....”
There was a better one than that ... not so organ-grindery.
“Swift to its close ebbs out life’s little day;
Earth’s joys grow dim, its glories fade away;
Change and decay in all around I see.”