n't move one's arms, lift one's
hand, if one had to. What are the world's rewards if this is not one!

At length in going a journey comes a time when one tiredly shrinks from
the work of speech, when observation dozes, and thought lolls like a
limp sail that only idly stirs at the passing zephyrs; the legs like
piston-rods strike on; when the pleasure is like that almost of dull
narcotics; one realises only dimly that one is moving. At such times
as these, coming from one knows not whence, and one feels too weak to
search back to discover, there flit across the mind strange fragments,
relevant, as they seem, to nothing whatever present.

When a journey has been made one way, the trick has been done; the
superfluous energy which inspired it has found escape; the way to
return is not by walking. A friend to fatigue is this, that in walking
back one is not on a voyage of discovery; one knows the way and very
much what one will see on it; one knows the distance. In fact, the
fruit has been plucked: the bloom is gone; to walk back would be like
tedious marching with a regiment. One should return resting. On
trains one _returns_ from a journey.

Whoso hath life, one thinks as his journey draws to its close, let him
live it! What does it profit a man, if he gain the whole world and
never know his own soul?

III

GOING TO ART EXHIBITIONS

There are two opposing views as to going to art exhibitions. And much
with a good deal of reason may be said on both sides. There is one very
vigorous attitude which holds that the pictures are the thing. This,
indeed, is a perfectly ponderable theory. But it may be questioned
whether in its ardour it does not go a little far. For it affirms that
people are a confounded nuisance at art exhibitions, and should not be
permitted to be there, to distract one's attention from the peaceful
contemplation of works of art, and to infuriate one by their asinine
remarks in the holy presence of beauty. I have heard it declared with
very impressive spirit, and reasoned with much force, that only one
person, or at most only one person and his chosen companion, should be
allowed in an art gallery at a time. It is debatable, however, whether
this intellectually aristocratic idea is altogether practicable. On the
other hand, was it not even Little Billie who found the people at art
exhibitions frequently more interesting than the pictures?

Anyhow, persons who write about art exhib