"Amn't I learned?
I read it in an article in an old Sociological Review--a copy left here by a man whom father--well, we needn't bother about that part of it.

But the article was wonderful.

I can't remember who wrote it." "Trotter, perhaps,--yes, it would be Trotter," murmured the professor.
Desire swung round upon her heels, regarding him a trifle wistfully.
"I should like to know all that you know," she said.

"All the strange things inside our minds." "Would you?
But if you knew what I know you would only know that you knew nothing at all." "Yes, it's all very well to say that," shrewdly, "but you don't mean it.

Besides, even if you don't know anything, you have glimpses of all sorts of wonderful things which might be known.