"You seem to have been thinking, young man." "Only feeling, sire," answered the Provost.

"I was born, like other men, in a spot of the earth which I loved because I had played boys' games there, and fallen in love, and talked with my friends through nights that were nights of the gods.

And I feel the riddle.

These little gardens where we told our loves.

These streets where we brought out our dead.