Once to the listeners Confucius said: 'The great mountain must crumble; the strong beam must break; the wise man must wither away like a plant.' So it is.

It is my duty to go to my end, for the time is far spent, and I should do what my friends must have done had I stayed in my ancestral city." Again he paused, and now he rocked his body backwards and forwards for a moment; then presently he continued: "Yet I would not go without doing good.

There should be some act among the low people by which I should be remembered.

So, once again, I killed a man.

He could not withstand the strength of my fingers--they were like steel upon his throat.