“Why, this is strange?”
“It seems far away, very far, to me.”
“Art thou dreaming, my Syrian Oriole?”
“No, awake! And very earnest.”
“Why, we could walk thither, were it not for the water.”
“But I can not go that way!”
“Well, we can not stay here, so where?”
“Eastward; Bozrah!”
“Wouldst thou ask a spirit, by mercy permitted escape from Tophet to return?”