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The Bankruptcy of Mankind It was evening time—about seven o'clock. Standing in the lobby: of the convent, I was viewing the bewitching spectaclesof twilight. The spell of nature had spread wondrously over the firmament. Hues were splashed in boundless abundance all over the canvas of the sky. Where was the lack of tints in the treasure-house of Nature? My heart danced in glee, viewing that grand-interplay of twilight colours. That very moment my eyes were struck by a strange spectacle. Unforgettable was, indeed, that spectacle!
-One that would suck dry the delight of a conscieñtious human being. The bankruptcy of mankind, the cruel mockery of human destiny were reflected in that weird spectacle. A house-maid having cleared the residue of a meal, threw four pieces of bread in the corner of her courtyard. Seeing this, the hungry dogs of the street pounced upon them-when a starving fellow, all of a sudden, rushed forth that moment. His stomach was ablaze with flames of hunger; impelled by hunger he was roving here and there like a vulture. He saw the dogs crunching those pieces of bread and rushing upon them like a raven, carried off in one swoop two
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