"I compelled you?"
"Unwittingly, no doubt. You remember our talks when I was hors de combat. The fragments of poetry you read to me, the books you lent?"
"Well?"
"I found myself fighting the old battles over again. Before I was aware, I was in the thick of the strife."
"And you are fighting still?"
"Yes, I am fighting still."
"With your face toward your ultima Thule?"
"I cannot say that."
"What is your desire, then?"
"To find the truth. Perhaps I shall never succeed, but I shall try."