Many things we do, we do without knowing,--as with you and your beard, Mohi.

And many others we know not, in their true bearing at least, till they are past.

Are not half our lives spent in reproaches for foregone actions, of the true nature and consequences of which, we were wholly ignorant at the time?
Says old Bardianna, 'Did I not so often feel an appetite for my yams, I should think every thing a dream;'-- so puzzling to him, seemed the things of this Mardi.
But Alla-Malolla goes further.

Says he, 'Let us club together, fellow- riddles:--Kings, clowns, and intermediates.

We are bundles of comical sensations; we bejuggle ourselves into strange phantasies: we are air, wind, breath, bubbles; our being is told in a tick.'" "Now, then, Babbalanja," said Media, "what have you come to in all this rhapsody?
You everlastingly travel in a circle." "And so does the sun in heaven, my lord; like me, it goes round, and gives light as it goes.