Mr Casey leaned his head to one side and, smiling, tapped the gland of his-neck with his fingers. --I know why, Cecil Thunder said. Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless? He repeated to himself the lines of Shelley's fragment. Love of liberty means the guarding of every resource that makes freedom possible - from the sanctity of our families and the wealth of our soil to the genius of our scientists.