What more dare a woman ask of the high gods? You
see I use your metaphors still. Dearest of all dear friends, do
not pity me. Beyond all the fires of love through which one
passes there is the star of Duty, and happy the individual who
can live in its serenity,"
This was astonishingly like the Theory of Life which I set out
from Verona to seek, and which had hitherto eluded me. It was
not very new, or subtle, or inspiring. But that is the way of
things. No matter through what realms of the fantastic you may
travel, you arrive inevitably at the commonplace.
CHAPTER XXII
I answered Judith's letter. After the long silence it seemed, at
first, strange to write to her; but soon I found myself opening
my heart as I had never done before to man or woman. The fact
that, accident aside, we were never to meet again, drew the
spiritual elements in us nearer together, and the tone of her
letter loosened the bonds of my natural reserve. I told her of
my past year of life, of the locked memorial chamber upstairs, of
the madness through which I had passed, of my weary pursuit of
the Theory, and of my attitude towards her solution of the
problem.
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