itself remains. I see myself standing for the whole of mankind, and identical with Life. I always was; I shall be everlasting, … Death is slumbering quietly beneath my feet.
And with that a delightful sense, as it were of infinite might, comes over me. To my power, to my continuance, I can find no limits I am not of the earth, I am not Janka Dernowicz; I am eternal, unsleeping consciousness; I am the Universe! In this burial-ground, Janusz grows dismal, and holds forth on the evanescence of all earthly things. A beautiful animal which lives in fear of Death!
What if it be true that animals have no souls?
At times I experience the pangs of an entirely unjustified longing for the man who came into my life and went out of it like a hurricane. Yes, now and again I long for my ice-plains and my Northern Lights!
Once he asked me whether I should never wish to feel and think and strive along with some companion in life.
Then I burst into laughter; for I hate sen-