On this particular evening
they were a little heavier, and the window-cords were damp. The air
which came across the cliff was cool, and if we had dared to hope we
should have said it had a scent of the sea in it. At four o'clock in
the morning there was a noise of something beating against the panes--
they were streaming! It was impossible to lie still, and I rose and
went out of doors. No creature was stirring, there was no sound save
that of the rain, but a busier time there had not been for many a long
month. Thousands of millions of blades of grass and corn were eagerly
drinking. For sixteen hours the downpour continued, and when it was
dusk I again went out. The watercourses by the side of the roads had a
little water in them, but not a drop had reached those at the edge of
the fields, so thirsty was the earth. The drought, thank God, was at an
end!
SPINOZA
Now that twenty years have passed since I began the study of Spinoza it
is good to find that he still holds his ground. Much in him remains
obscure, but there is enough which is sufficiently clear to give a
direction to thought and to modify action.
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