worked for hours; and yet, when I was busy hating those we first heard speak, and working none, still I was weary all the time."
"I think," the other said, "that we have really learned to turn our faces toward the light, and he who faces right, is farther on his journey than he who keeps his back turned toward the goal; though both be, for the moment, standing still. Once more we will come here to tell what we have heard; and then we will have finished our eavesdrooping. The things now written on our memories will lift upon our burdens in our work for men."
