narcotics; one realises only dimly that one is moving. At such times
as these, coming from one knows not whence, and one feels too weak to
search back to discover, there flit across the mind strange fragments,
relevant, as they seem, to nothing whatever present.

When a journey has been made one way, the trick has been done; the
superfluous energy which inspired it has found escape; the way to
return is not by walking. A friend to fatigue is this, that in walking
back one is not on a voyage of discovery; one knows the way and very
much what one will see on it; one knows the distance. In fact, the
fruit has been plucked: the bloom is gone; to walk back would be like
tedious marching with a regiment. One should return resting. On
trains one _returns_ from a journey.

Whoso hath life, one thinks as his journey draws to its close, let him
live it! What does it profit a man, if he gain the whole world and
never know his own soul?




III

GOING TO ART EXHIBITIONS

There are two opposing views as to going to art exhibitions. And much
with a good deal of reason may be said on both sides. There is one very
vigorous attitude which holds that the pictures are the thing. This,
indeed, is a perfectly ponderable theory. But it may be questioned
whether in its ardour it does not go a little far. For it affirms that