The Food of the Gods and How It Came to Earth

He stopped, wrestling with his elusive meaning, and threw an unseen gesture at the cliff.
“I have not thought of it before. I have been busy, and the years have passed. But here I see— It is a new generation, Cossar, and new emotions and new needs. All this, Cossar— ”
Cossar saw now his dim gesture to the things about them.
“All this is Youth.”
Cossar made no answers and his irregular footfalls went striding on.
“It isn’t our youth, Cossar. They are taking things over. They are beginning upon their own emotions, their own experiences, their own way. We have made a new world, and it isn’t ours. It isn’t even— sympathetic. This great place— ”
“I planned it,” said Cossar, his face close.
“But now?”
“Ah! I have given it to my sons.”
Redwood could feel the loose wave of the arm that he could not see.
“That is it. We are over— or almost over.”

He needed, he needed— Whatever he needed, he never found his need.