THE LATER LIFE
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to act alone! . . . And now I will not think about it any more . . ."
And he quickened his pace and fought more vigorously against the wind, with a wrestler's vigour, and, when at last he saw the sea, foaming pale under the black pall of cloud and roaring with a thousand voices, he thought:
"It all came from one moment of foolishness. It had no real existence. I spoke as I should not have spoken, but what I said was nothing and is being blown out of my heart and out of my head at this very moment . . ."
But, the next day, waking from a calm sleep, he asked himself:
"Is it not just the unutterable things in us that matter more than anything else to us . . . and to those who made us divine them? . . ."
