"They're just going to dream their new world-age into being, Pierce marveled; but how otherwise do new world-ages come to be? You have to be on their side, he thought, you have to be: a pity and a love welled up within him for the children, the ragged ranks on pilgrimage along the only way there was to go, after all, making up the future as they went. And in the thought cloud over every head a single question mark."
Aegypt
John Crowley
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