The purpose with which I now influence him.
He must be able later to forget.
(To Fox)
Dost thou know doctor Strader, who serves me?
The Soul of Fox:
He drifts about upon the star of Earth;
He would build learned prattle into life;
And yet each wind of life will knock him down.
He listens eagerly to mystic prigs,
And is already stifled by their fog;