But the very idea of an aim is a human illusion. There is neither beginning, nor middle, nor end in the series of causes. What is has been caused by what was, and what will be has for cause the existent. One can neither conceive a point of rest nor a point of beginning. Born of life, life will beget life eternally She should, and wants to.
June 1st 2004
by Kessinger Publishing
(first published 1903)
This has a very strange and interesting intro by E. Pound, and looking at this again, I have to wonder why I am not a Gourmont fanatic. This book is pretty different. A symbolist describing in lugubrious language the life-cycle of the pipa toad is pretty much a delicacy I would think.