8/22 He saw himself a splendidly haggard creature with burning eyes standing aside while all the world rolled by in pursuit of the one thing needful. It was a river, and he must stand parched on the bank for ever and ever. Should he keep that sorrowful figure a man or turn it into a woman? She was on the bank now, her arms outstretched to the flood. Ah! she would be so glad to drink, though she must drown. |