...mechanistic nature indifferent to human life and values. As Tennyson wrote in "in Mcmoriam AHH" (1850). Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends...the type she seems, So careless of the single life. (p. 397) When he reflects further, the situation seems still worse, nature does not even seem to value...

...which countless individuals and species perish: Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature leads such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life . . . 'So careful of the type?' but no. From scarped clifTand quarried stone She cries, 'A thousand...

...viewpoint seems to lead to a vision more similar to that presented by Tennyson when he wrote that Nature 'so careful of the type she seems, so careless of the single life'. Therefore a unique genetic combination is to be seen just as one occurrence out of infinite possibilities...

...And one far-off divine event, To which the whole creatlon moves. 1 1579 In Memoriam AHH (of Nature) Adventures of Sally When you marry, Sally, grab a chump. 1 1580 'Merlin and The Gleam' After it. follow it. Follow The Gleam. 11581 'Northern Farmer. New Style'...

...they can conceive no higher standard than Nature's Way, and simultaneously denounce that standard. Are God and Nature then at strife, that Nature lends such evil dreams?25 The only sensible answer would seem to be: yes. What should happen and what does are no closer...

...might well expect this is a belief which has appealed to the poets. Tennyson wrote in 'In Memoriam': The wish, that of the living whole No life may fail...from what we have The likest God within the soul? I stretch lame hands of faith and grope, And gather dust and chaff and call To what I feel is Lord...

...depth of despair, faced with what he took to be the meaningless lack of direction of Lyellian geology. Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends...the type she seems, So careless of the single life; 'So careful of the type?' but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, 'A thousand types...

...an appropriate context. I quote The Works of Alfred Lord Tennyson (London: Macmillan, 1884), 261.] That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life "So careful of the type?" but no. From scarped cuff and quarried stone She cries, "A thousand types...

...extinction, what matters the life and work of a single man like Hallam or, for that matter, Tennyson? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends...the type she seems, So careless of the single life; (LV) "So careful of the type?" but no. From scarped cliffs and quarried stone She cries, "A thousand...

...permits such misery to exist He cannot be good, and if He is powerless to prevent it, He cannot be God." "Are God and Nature then at strife, that Nature lends such evil dreams?" Tennyson.4 No, it is only Nature and man's false God-concept that are at strife. To kill or be killed...