What I ask myself is--first, What is it?
secondly, Where is it?
thirdly, Who is it?
and fourthly, What shall I do with it?
I have thus my work cut out for me.
[Illustration] "What is it?
I reply that I am stumped at once, unless I am allowed to fix upon an object definitely and precisely.

This, no doubt, is arguing in a circle; but Descartes himself assumed what he was to try to prove.
This, then, being permitted, I have chosen my object, and we can now go on again.

What is it?
Some might evade the difficulty by taking a middle course.

You are not, they might say, in love as yet, but you are on the brink of it.

The lady is no idol to you at present, but neither is she indifferent.