The Cosmos is all that is or was or ever will be. Our feeblest contemplations of the Cosmos stir us -- there is a tingling in the spine, a catch in the voice, a faint sensation, as if a distant memory, of falling from a height. We know we are approaching the greatest of mysteries.

These are only a few of the absurdities of the theory of antisymbolism, but they are sufficient, one should think, to confute it.

These bronzes relate stylistically to pieces said to come from western Inner Mongolia. A recently excavated example dated to the fourth- second century B.C. was discovered at Huhehaote.

He is, in the street talk, a swagman, one of perhaps hundreds of hustlers in the city who distribute an estimated $5-million worth of goods ripped off each year at New York's airports, waterfronts, factories and truck parts. … According to Tommy, the mob uses swagmen like himself as down-the-line distributors for these large jobs.