But I had other ideas as I galloped northward. The voiceless summons of
the most jealous of mistresses was making siren music in my ears. That
coquettish jade, Science, was calling me by wireless, and I was
responding with both legs.

And so, at last, I arrived at the Bronx Park and dashed into the
Administration Building where everybody rose and cheered me to the echo.

I was at home at last, unterrified, undismayed, and ready again as always
to dedicate my life to the service of Truth and to every caprice and whim
of my immortal mistress, Science. But I don't want to marry her.

_Magna est veritas! Sed major et longinquo reverentia._




CONTENTS

The Third Eye

The Immortal

The Ladies of the Lake

One Over

Un Peu d'Amour

The Eggs of the Silver Moon