"I have not thought of it before. I have been busy, and the years have

passed. But here I see--It is a new generation, Cossar, and new emotions

and new needs. All this, Cossar--"

Cossar saw now his dim gesture to the things about them.

"All this is Youth."

Cossar made no answers and his irregular footfalls went striding on.

"It isn't our youth, Cossar. They are taking things over. They are

beginning upon their own emotions, their own experiences, their own way.

We have made a new world, and it isn't ours. It isn't even--sympathetic.

This great place--"

I planned it," said Cossar, his face close.

But now?"

Ah! I have given it to my sons."

Redwood could feel the loose wave of the arm that he could not see.

That is it. We are over--or almost over."

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The Food of the Gods and How It Came to Earth