There had been no understanding the book, and he had returned it unread.

But this night, after algebra and physics, and an attempt at a sonnet, he got into bed and opened "First Principles." Morning found him still reading.

It was impossible for him to sleep.

Nor did he write that day.

He lay on the bed till his body grew tired, when he tried the hard floor, reading on his back, the book held in the air above him, or changing from side to side.