But the fact leads you on all day through Macaulay, Hobbes, Gibbon; through octavos, quartos, folios; sinks deeper and deeper through ivory pages and morocco bindings into this density of thought, this conglomeration of knowledge.
Jacob's walking-stick was like all the others; they had muddled the pigeon-holes perhaps.
There is in the British Museum an enormous mind.

Consider that Plato is there cheek by jowl with Aristotle; and Shakespeare with Marlowe.

This great mind is hoarded beyond the power of any single mind to possess it.
Nevertheless (as they take so long finding one's walking-stick) one can't help thinking how one might come with a notebook, sit at a desk, and read it all through.

A learned man is the most venerable of all--a man like Huxtable of Trinity, who writes all his letters in Greek, they say, and could have kept his end up with Bentley.

And then there is science, pictures, architecture,--an enormous mind.
They pushed the walking-stick across the counter.