They had never sailed across seas, had never searched the stars, had never questioned their own souls, asking, "Is this, then, the Other of me ?" Seeing that this was the way of human beings, he was ashamed.

It aroused him to hear of this man or that who, having attained a certain number of cattle or a given amount of household goods, conceived himself now ready to marry, and who therefore made court to the neighbour's daughter, and who forthwith did marry her.

To his dreamer's heart it seemed that there should be search, that there should be a sign, so that it should be sure that the moment had come, that the Other had been found.

With some men this delusion lasts very late.

With some women it endures forever.