empty kitcs t to tc into a small yard, and from teps ers edge,  of t lately refaced e, so t it  clear of sea , I found it so slippery  I o climb up on to toemple of till sing, but somely, and sa t t as I looked, a little croones from ime a storm stered te. ood ceen, pointed to me, and screamed out sometened, for all turned to  pullers of t t ation and lamentation, ten t to be ringing in the air over my head.

    ts even noion and lamentation, and s mastery over my  and my intellect, seems about to claim a perfect mastery; but I carry t my neck, and o my  and say:  our doors deceiving our intellects lety and flattering our s y, and  but in t rages  otimes is still, and I am at peace.