What you've told me makes me pretty sorry for him, Bibbs.
I've always been sure he's very big." "Yes.

Big and--blind.

He's like a Hercules without eyes and without any consciousness except that of his strength and of his purpose to grow stronger.

Stronger for what?
For nothing." "Are you sure, Bibbs?
It CAN'T be for nothing; it must be stronger for something, even though he doesn't know what it is.

Perhaps what he and his kind are struggling for is something so great they COULDN'T see it--so great none of us could see it." "No, he's just like some blind, unconscious thing heaving underground--" "Till he breaks through and leaps out into the daylight," she finished for him, cheerily.
"Into the smoke," said Bibbs.