The impossible occupations that I have thought of, in trying to solve my problem! To-day I saw myself a lighthouse-keeper! What does a lighthouse-keeper do, anyway? And could I manage to get such a place where I could be alone by myself?
—But no, some one would have to attend to the light!—
I thought of being a hall-boy. But you are not paid very much.—I said, however, that I would at least get some sort of a place up-town. I could not stand it down in the “business” world.
God, how horrible it is! All that seething effort—and for what? All this “business”—is it really necessary to the developing of the souls of men? Does each man in that rushing mob need more money yet, to begin developing his soul?
—Another occupation! I saw myself a lonely hunter, living by a mountain lake, and shooting game for a living! I wonder if that wouldn't be possible. I never shot any game, but I could learn.
It would suit me perfectly to sit by a mountain lake and read Greek and watch for ducks.