I wish to be able to go where such men as you go; be permitted, asked, desired to be part of what you always have been part of.

Is it a great deal I ask?
Tell me, Mr.Siward--for I don't know--is it too much to expect ?" "I don't think it is a very high ambition," said Siward, smiling.

"What you ask is not very much to ask of life, Mr.Plank." "But is there any reason why I may not hope to go where I wish to go ?" "I think it depends upon yourself," said Siward, "upon your capacity for being, or for making people believe you to be exactly what they require.
You ask me whether you may be able to go where you desire; and I answer you that there is no limit to any journey except the sprinting ability of the pilgrim." Plank laughed a little, and his squared jaws relaxed; then, after a few moments' thought: "It is curious that what you cast away from you so easily, I am waiting for with all the patience I have in me.

And yet it is always yours to pick up again whenever you wish; and I may never live to possess it." He was so perfectly right that Siward said nothing; in fact, he could have no particular interest or sympathy for a man's quest of what he himself did not understand the lack of.

Those born without a tag unmistakably ticketing them and their positions in the world were perforce ticketed.