by
Robert Carson
(editor)
[...] I kept mute, for our mere walking along, and my knowing where we were going (which place I wanted to attend anyway), and knowing also that the professor felt it to be a surprise all brought a great joy to me, which joy I was certain was the germ of our very gaiety in living. If only I could make such a state more constant -- but it was too late for me. I'd seen right down to the very core of being.