ROSSHALDE

there remained the strange, cool, yet irresistable urge to see, to observe, and to participate with secret pride in the work of creation. that was the value and the residue of his unsuccessful life, the imperturbable loneliness and cold delight of art, and to follow that star without detours would from now on be his destiny.

his probing and insights were without resignation; full of defiance and venturesome passion, he looked forward to the new life, which, he was resolved, would no longer be a groping or dim-sighted wandering but rather a bold, steep climb. later and more painfully perhaps than most men, he had taken leave of the sweet twilight of youth. now he stood poor and belated in the bright daylight, and of that he meant never again to lose a precious moment.