CHAPTER IV.
MONADS AND NOMADS.
"All beings," commenced the Candidate, "have, as their most intrinsic foundation and substance, a simple unity, a soul, a—in one word, a monad."
"A—a what?" asked the Chamberlain's lady, fixing her eyes upon him.
"A monad, or a simple unity," continued he. "The monads have a common resemblance in substance one with another; but in respect of qualities, of power, and size, they are substantially unlike. There are the monads of people; there are human monads, animal monads, vegetable monads; in short, the world is full of monads—they compose the world——"
"Heart's dearest!" interrupted the old lady, in a tone of displeasure, "I don't understand one word of all this! What stuff it is! What are monads?—fill the world, do they?—I see no monads!"
"But you see me, dear lady," said Jacobi, "and yourself. You are yourself a monad."
"I a monad!" exclaimed she, in disgust.