Who told you to?
No wonder; walking! And the sun on your head, heat, fag, solitude, all the day long, and then, I suppose, you go to bed and try very hard--eh ?" Isbister stopped short and looked at the sufferer doubtfully.
"Look at these rocks!" cried the seated man with a sudden force of gesture.

"Look at that sea that has shone and quivered there for ever! See the white spume rush into darkness under that great cliff.

And this blue vault, with the blinding sun pouring from the dome of it.

It is your world.

You accept it, you rejoice in it.