Things that rode meaningless on the eyeball an instant before slid into proper proportion.

Roads were meant to be walked upon, houses to be lived in, cattle to be driven, fields to be tilled, and men and women to be talked to.

They were all real and true--solidly planted upon the feet--perfectly comprehensible--clay of his clay, neither more nor less.

He shook himself like a dog with a flea in his ear, and rambled out of the gate.

Said the Sahiba, to whom watchful eyes reported this move: 'Let him go.