Still, I hold that all this is a phantasy; that we live in a land of dream in which nothing is real except those things which we cannot see or touch or hear.

That there is no me and no you and no Snake at all, nothing but a Power in which we move, that shows us pictures and laughs when we think them real." Whereon Mavovo said, or seemed to say: "Ah! at last you touch the truth, O Macumazana, my father.

All things are a shadow and we are shadows in a shadow.

But what throws the shadow, O Macumazana, my father?
Why does Dogeetah appear to come hither riding on a white ox and why do all these thousands think that my Snake stands so very stiff upon its tail ?" "I'm hanged if I know," I replied and woke up.
There, without doubt, _was_ old Brother John with a wreath of flowers--I noted in disgust that they were orchids--hanging in a bacchanalian fashion from his dinted sun-helmet over his left eye.

He was in a furious rage and reviling Bausi, who literally crouched before him, and I was in a furious rage and reviling him.