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.