the men are there. This is a simple but clever treatment of the subject.

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If you would know why you feel that there is something ancestral in
these glorious compositions, why the strong colors are so well combined,
why the canvases breathe freedom of thought and action, why the
distances are so marvelously expressed, why the sky and water are just
that deep wonderful blue, read Sparrow's "Frank Brangwyn" and you will
soon discover, and the appreciation for the pictures will be increased
tenfold.

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Now step down into the Cloister, so that you can see well Helios, the
setting sun. This was the primitive man's idea of the setting sun. He
saw the sun as a man holding a huge golden ball, splashing down into the
waters of the west. The serpent represents the burning sting of the sun.

You are bound to reflect here that the sun has thrown off great nebulous
masses and that one of those masses has cooled and that we now call it
the Earth. Yonder it is, seen at the end of the fountain, with four
streams of water, from prehistoric sea life, playing over it.

Pass along to the first group beyond Helios, realizing that Robt.
Aitken, the sculptor, calls this "The Dawn of Life." From right to left
are these figures:

1. The Hand of Destiny Giving Life.
2. The Prenatal Sleep of Woman.