"Life disappears or modifies its appearances so fast that everything takes on an aspect of illusion - a momentary fizzing and boiling with smoke rings, like pouring dissident chemicals into a retort. Here man was advancing, but in a few years his plaster and bricks would be disappearing once more into the insatiable maw of the clover." - Loren Eiseley, The Night Country (1997)
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