![]() ![]() When we had climbed the first flight of stairs, I added another discovery to my limited knowledge of natural phenomena–that of tangible darkness. ![]() “Ring the bell,” he said, “when you come back and want to get out,” and with a great grinding of rusty old hinges he separated us from the noise of the busy street and locked us into a world of new and strange experiences.įor the first time in my life I was confronted by the phenomenon of audible silence. I was to go with him to the top of the tower of Old Saint Lawrence in Rotterdam.Īnd so, one fine day, a sexton with a key as large as that of Saint Peter opened a mysterious door. WHEN I was twelve or thirteen years old, an uncle of mine who gave me my love for books and pictures promised to take me upon a memorable expedition. “What is the use of a book without pictures?” said Alice. THE SCENE OF OUR HISTORY IS LAID UPON A LITTLE PLANET, LOST IN THE VASTNESS OF THE UNIVERSE. ![]() Author of The Fall of the Dutch Republic, The Rise of the Dutch Kingdom, The Golden Book of the Dutch Navigators, A Short Story of Discovery, Ancient Man. Professor of the Social Sciences in Antioch College. ![]()
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