feeling of primitive  human life as I used to get along theOhio river.  Outside the raw sunlight on crude buildings, people filling the streets – the crash of old street cars on the rails, flat-wheelers they call them. A young Indian boy selling pussy willows and sassafras bark, he yet retained a natural primitive look; with the sharp black eyes of some little marsh or river animal.  I liked his appearance + it set me thinking of turbulent muddy streams of March lined with willows and the feeling of new life being created in the air.  Most animals already & birds making preparation.
     Man is often referred to as an animal.  True, he is subject to the same physical laws as animals, but he has a soul, a mind, reasoning powers, memory, etc.  For example, the sexual act with animals is a blind instinct with no knowledge of its purpose.  With man it is different; fully conscious of the possibility of a new life starting, a new mysterious being that shall in due time come forth, grow to maturity and reproduce more – and yet more, endlessly.  A man feels like a divine being.  So I walk along, my blood quickened by the racy air, feeling good physically, an ordinary human creature, capable of great possibilities.  I think of the children that I already have begotten, Mary Alice & Martha, healthy, delightfully