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washed prison entry, subject to some indifferent or 

 even grovelling mood. I do not distinctly realize 

 my destiny. I have turned down my light to the 

 merest glimmer and am doing some task which I 

 have set myself. I take incredibly narrow views, live 

 on the limits, and have no recollection of absolute 

 truth. Mushroom institutions hedge me in. But 

 suddenly, in some fortunate moment, the voice of 

 eternal wisdom reaches me even, in the strain of the 

 sparrow, and liberates me, whets and clarifies my 

 senses, makes me a competent witness. 



Journal, ix, 363-65. 



