I went slowly on drawn by the river pacing steadily thereward as if with
such pacing and steadiness I might order my thoughts. Or bring forth something
fruitful from them.
It
did not matter, I instructed myself. If it had ever mattered, it did no
longer.
I could
forget it.
I could
do anything.
But
it was difficult for 1 such as myself to abandon a commitment which had
grown into my very life and become 1 with it directing and coloring all
of it.