We know there is no danger—and therefore we should feel no fear. But we cannot wholly disencumber ourselves of the emotions that ordinarily great depth inspires—and verily I hold with Seward, while thus we hang over the sky-abyss below with suspended oars.
SEWARD.
The Ideal rests on the Real—Imagination on Memory—and the Visionary, at its utmost, still retains relations with Truth.
BULLER.
Pray you to look at our Encampment. Nothing visionary there—
TALBOYS.
Which Encampment?
BULLER.
On the hill-side—up yonder—at Cladich.
TALBOYS.