A LIFE that silently expands 
through vision and thought 
and is undisturbed by the tumult 
of action keeps no reckoning ot 
time ; tor the days define themselves 
sharply in the consciousness of those 
only whose tasks are set for special 
reasons and whose work is assigned 
by the clock. John Foster's life 
was so essentially subjective that the 
divisions of time made for toilers 
of the hour had no existence for 
him ; days and years flowed past 
3 him in one unbroken current, the 
shadows of the trees cooling the 
[77] 
