Chapter 10
Life continued for him in a round of timeless time, wherein days
and nights were uneventful and were yet filled with interest. As
the day packed its load of strength into his frame, so it added its
store of knowledge to his mind, and each night sealed the twain,
for it is in the night that we make secure what we have gathered in
the day.
If he had told of these days he would have told of a succession
of meals and sleeps, and of an endless conversation, from which his
mind would now and again slip away to a solitude of its own, where,
in large hazy atmospheres, it swung and drifted and reposed. Then
he would be back again, and it was a pleasure for him to catch up
on the thought that was forward and re-create for it all the matter
he had missed. But he could not ofte
