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Title: Three Lines of Old French
Author: Abraham Merritt
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Three Lines of Old French
by

Abraham Merritt
"BUT RICH AS WAS THE WAR for surgical science," ended Hawtry, "opening up through mutilation
and torture unexplored regions which the genius of man was quick to enter, and, entering, found ways to
checkmate suffering and death--for always, my friend, the distillate from the blood of sacrifice is
progress--great as all this was, the world tragedy has opened up still another region wherein even greater
knowledge will be found. It was the clinic unsurpassed for the psychologist even more than for the
surgeon."

Latour, the great little French doctor, drew himself out of the depths of the big chair; the light from the
fireplace fell ruddily upon his keen face.

"That is true," he said. "Yes, that is true. There in the furnace the mind of man opened like a flower
beneath a too glowing sun. Beaten about in that colossal tempest of primitive forces, caught in the chaos
of energies both physical and psychical--which, although man himself was its creator, made of their
maker a moth in a whirlwind--all those obscure, those mysterious factors of mind which men, for lack of
knowledge, have named the soul, were stripped of their inhibitions and given power to appear.

"How could it have been otherwise--when men and women, gripped by one shattering sorrow or joy,