The Centaur

He is not a human being at all, he continued with a queer thin whisper that conveyed a gravity of conviction singularly impressive, in the sense in which you and I are accustomed to use the term. His inner being is not shaped, as his outer body, upon quite–human lines. He is a Cosmic Being–a direct expression of cosmic life. A little bit, a fragment, of the Soul of the World, and in that sense a survival–a survival of her youth.