What do you think has become of the young and old men?
And what do you think has become of the women and children?
Urge and urge and urge, Always the procreant urge of the world.
Out of the dimness opposite equals advance, always substance and increase, always sex, Always a knit of identity, always distinction, always a breed of life.
O I perceive after all so many uttering tongues, And I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing.