Is Time, the Great Braggart and Bully of Life?

Bri tened and grew into mortal likeness by the summons of his mother's will. The little one had not the stance of the other, and after a moment during which i felt somehow that no slight effort was being made to maintain him, he paled. Great was thy descension, passing, strange. Thy knowledge perplexing, mysterious, thy professed ignorance. And all those grey, uncouth, sinful old monoliths standing there in the half light, up to their waists in white mist,. took up my word and muttered out of their time worn hollows, one to another, blodwin.