The human mind is still something of a troglodyte. Expelled from one falling cavern, its first thought is to find another.


Portrait of an Age (1936)


The human mind is still something of a troglodyte. Expelled from one falling cavern, its first thought is to find another.

The human mind is still something of a troglodyte. Expelled from one falling cavern, its first thought is to find another.

The human mind is still something of a troglodyte. Expelled from one falling cavern, its first thought is to find another.

The human mind is still something of a troglodyte. Expelled from one falling cavern, its first thought is to find another.