Lost trumpet

clasping her hands about her knees in that attitude
that was characteristic, she said :
“Doctor—if these historians you talk about are
right, and their cure is the one to aim for—what can
a modern of the twentieth century do to carry out
that cure, to reach to his essential self, and be that
self ? What can I do ?”
There you have me. There is no magic way ”
“But ”
Adrian laughed. “Dinner is ready. I see Trikoupi
signalling. . . . Princess, Fm sorry. I can diagnose
your complaint with the aid of the Diffusionists : I
can diagnose the complaint of the world. But how to
effect the cure. . . . The trumpet-voice of human
sanity was stilled long ago. It is the great Lost
Trumpet of history.”