“The wind goeth toward the south and turneth about unto the north: it whirleth about continually; and the wind returneth again according to his circuits.
“The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; there is nothing new under the sun.
“There is no remembrance of former things; neither shall there be any remembrance of things that are to come with those that shall come after.
“I, the Preacher, was King over Israel in Jerusalem.”
“I, the Preacher, was King!” He shouted out these last words, as in vehement anger and despair, and then looked round in alarm, fearing lest some one should have heard him. Then he took a sheet of paper and began to write.
“I here begin this document which will end with my decease.”
“Bah! how absurd it sounds!” he exclaimed as he pushed the paper from him with such violence that it fell to the floor.
“But that miserable little fellow, Soloveitchik, didn’t think it absurd that he could not understand the meaning of life!”
Yourii failed to perceive that he was taking as his model a man whom he had described as a miserable little fellow.
“Anyhow, sooner or later, my end will be like that. There is no other way out. Why is there not? Because…”