It is a happy new year for us, but only in word, in momentary verbal effusion and a like kindling in spirit. But the inertia remains, nonetheless, and the burden of hackneyed existence continues, the hangover of the decadent past. The same abysmal servitude to the senses, lack of virility, self-dignity and absence of a sense of righteousness afflict us, and we continue as lengthening shadows of the lingering past while the sunshine of life beckons us but we cannot sufficiently respond to it for we lack that vital element called character. Ours is a
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