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among those who are mere fragments of a crowd which is always on the move, pressed from behind. Such men are the makers of history and one cannot but feel anxious lest they might miss their eternity by using all their force in capturing the present by its throat leaving it killed for all future. Men have not altogether been rare who furiously created their world by trampling human materials into the shape of their megalomaniac dreams, at last to burden history with the bleached bones of their short-lived glory, while there were others, the serene souls, who with their light of truth and magic of love have made deserts fruitful along endless stretches of grateful years. But, to be honest, I must confess that I cannot fully trust my own impression caught from a momentary glimpse of Mussolini with which mingled the emphasis of the surroundings in which I was placed. There have been times when history has played tricks with men and through a combination of accidents has magnified the features of essentially small pcrsons into a parody of greatness. Such a distortion of truth often finds its chance not because these men have an extra-ordinary power in themselves but because they represent some extraordinary weakness of those whom they lead. This pro ·ථ6 8