The round head of flesh and bone floated upon the deep water of the bath.
"Why should I move?" rolled its thoughts, bewitched by solitude. "The earth itself is moving.
"Summer and winter and winter and summer I have travelled in my head, saying—'All secrets, all wonders, lie within the breast!' But now that is at an end, and to-morrow I go upon a journey.
"I have been accustomed to finding something in nothing—how do I know if I am equipped for a larger horizon!…"
And suddenly the little creature chanted aloud:—
"The strange things of travel,
The East and the West,
The hill beyond the hill,—
They lie within the breast!"