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Here are two extracts from Jean Laher’s _Le Breviare d’un Pantheist_: their appearance in _The Little Review_ should give a healthy jolt to many of your disdainful readers,—and many others will thank you silently from their innermost hearts for printing two of the most beautiful thoughts in any language.

“Nous sommes devant la Nature comme Hamlet devant sa mère: nous
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mieux que ce qu’elle a voulu, nous aussi nous réconcilierons avec
elle, pour tenter de réparer son mal, autant qu’il se peut
réparer. Et quoiqu’elle fasse ou qu’elle ait fait, nous nous
rappellerons qu’après tout nous lui devons la vie, si nous lui
devons la mort, la vie avec ses souffrances, ses angoisses, avec
ses misères et ses crimes, avec tous ses mensonges, avec tout son
néant, mais aussi avec quelques splendeurs, quelques
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justice, qu’elle, inconsciente, ne connaît pas, ou qu’elle ne
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trop rarement la prout; et la perception de ce rythme, plus ou
moins apparent dans les choses, par instants, rassure et donne
une jouissance infinie, à laquelle se vient mêler cependant une
certaine souffrance ou mélancolie, celle du besoin insatisfait de
la beauté _parfaite_ en toutes choses.”

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