Though without adequate support, the theory lends itself to the exploring fancy. How else may we account for those radical revulsions of thought and feeling that so often seize men and women? For that patent, unpremonitory, irresistible, centrifugal human explosion which may be termed the Revolt of the Individual; the Ego in insurrection against its Cosmos?
Lorison, as soon as he had recovered his wits, proceeded along the street in an aimless fashion. After drifting for two or three squares, he flowed into a somewhat more pretentious thoroughfare, a way much frequented by him in his solitary ramblings. For here was a row of shops devoted to traffic in goods of the widest range of choice—handiworks of art, skill, and fancy, products of nature and labor from every zone.
Here, for a time, he loitered among the conspicuous windows, where was set, em-
