No more then than now the hope the doubts, the mutely raging drive to know the course to steer, the way to go. For no essential change the interim times have wrought: desire for wealth persists; most venerate security; and power in men demands a certain denseness. The visionary passes out of focus, uninvented; the drifter dodges cool pursuit, relentless concentration. Perfection-starved the artist strives gamely, going underneath the glass veneer of show. And so, no less now than then the puzzlement, the passion, the hope to know.