PLATE I
"Dante wandered from the path, and found himself in a dark wood. I think I envy him, for there are no more woods. All that remains is a jungle of concrete and steel through which are no paths at all. In this jungle without roads are all the people I have ever known. We did not fall asleep and wander here as the Pilgrim did. Instead we are the children and the grandchildren of those who willed themselves to sleep inside cocoons of iron and glass, slaves of a reality they themselves made."
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