I hold in my palm a small ruby. It is composed of myriad atoms. Each of these is infinitesimal. But, may it not be merely the sum of other particles, which are in turn composed of atoms yet more minute? And may there not be on the smallest, beasts, plants,... The Poets of the Future: A College Anthology - Pàgina 171 editat per - 1921 Visualització completa -
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