"I mean 'The Garden of Cyrus,' by Sir Thomas Browne.

I can't follow him a bit, and yet, somehow, he drags me along with him.

All that about the quincunx is most baffling.

He seems to begin with the arrangement of a garden, and then to lead one on through a maze of arithmetical progressions till one finds oneself landed in a mystical philosophy of life and creation, and I don't know what all.

If I could only understand him better I should probably enjoy him more." St Aubyn smiled.