THE BOY AND THE WILD 317 



give them human attributes if we like, but they can- 

 not animalise us. The individual soul is at home in 

 the wild, at rest there as completely as at a circus, 

 where there is no necessity to be aware of one's 

 neighbour, and you have only to wait for the next 

 funny or exciting thing. We are going nowhere and 

 nowhither. We have forgotten our name, the year 

 we live in, the date, the time, the place. It is simply 

 " here " and " now." Everything is real and every- 

 thing is ours. 



