You and I have climbed over our thousand lives to a too dreadfully subtle eminence.

In our day--in our many days--we have adored everything conceivable, and now we have to fall back on the inconceivable.

We stand our idols on their heads, it is newer to do so, and we think we prefer them upside down.

Talking constantly, we reel blindfold through eternity, and perhaps if we are lucky, once or twice in a score of lives, the blindfolding handkerchief slips, and we wriggle one eye free, and see gods like trees walking.

By Jove, that gives us enough to talk about for two or three lives! Witches and wizards are not blinded by having a Point of View.