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the problem fully and completely. Then down we sink 

 ao-ain in disgust at the worthlessness of it all. 



" ' As a o-rain of dust on the balance is the whole 

 world ; as a drop of morning dew that falls on the 

 oround.' If man has two souls, which then is the 

 ricyht one ? 



" It is nothing new to suffer from the fact that our 

 knowledge can be but fragmentary, that we can never 

 fathom what lies behind. But suppose, now, that we 

 could reckon it out, that the inmost secret of it all lay 

 as clear and plain to us as a rule-of-three sum, should 

 we be any the happier? Possibly just the reverse. Is 

 it not in the struggle to attain knowledge that happi- 

 ness consists.'' I am very ignorant, consequently the 

 conditions of happiness are mine. 



" Let me fill a soothing pipe and be happy. 



" No, the pipe is not a success. Twist tobacco is not 

 delicate enough for airy dreams. Let me get a cigar. 

 Oh, if one had a real Havana! 



"H'm! as if dissatisfaction, lono^ino;, sufferino". were 

 not the very basis of life. Without privation there would 

 be no struggle, and without struggle no life, that is as 

 certain as that two and two make four. And now 

 the struggle is to begin ; it is looming yonder in the 

 north. Oh, to drink delight of battle in long, deep 

 draughts! Battle means life, and behind it victory beck- 

 ons us on. 



" I close my eyes. I hear a voice singing to me : 



