keeps turning, without emptying the ocean over us; the clod on which

we move about, holds, and does not let us through. And then it's a

story that has been acting for thousands upon thousands of years and

is still going on. My best thanks for the book about the boulders.

Those are fellows indeed! They could tell us something worth

hearing, if they only knew how to talk. It's really a pleasure now and

then to become a mere nothing, especially when a man is as highly

placed as I am. And then to think that we all, even with patent