Unpossessed of conscience or moral instinct, you might have mastered the world, broken it to your hand.

And yet here you are, at the top of your life, where diminishing and dying begin, living an obscure and sordid existence, hunting sea animals for the satisfaction of woman's vanity and love of decoration, revelling in a piggishness, to use your own words, which is anything and everything except splendid.

Why, with all that wonderful strength, have you not done something?
There was nothing to stop you, nothing that could stop you.

What was wrong?
Did you lack ambition?
Did you fall under temptation?
What was the matter?
What was the matter ?" He had lifted his eyes to me at the commencement of my outburst, and followed me complacently until I had done and stood before him breathless and dismayed.

He waited a moment, as though seeking where to begin, and then said: "Hump, do you know the parable of the sower who went forth to sow?
If you will remember, some of the seed fell upon stony places, where there was not much earth, and forthwith they sprung up because they had no deepness of earth.