Romanticism, so sanguine and so venturous in its revolutionary youth, grew anile in its premature decrepitude ; mumbled its credos ; cursed its heretics — and died.

For the cybersleuth, hunting evidence in the data tangle of the Internet, the problem is different.

Our plans were overtaken by events.

[…] and through the middle of this forest, from wall to wall, ran a winding line of brilliant green which marked the course of cottonwoods and willows.