I see the regions of snow and ice, I see the sharp-eyed Samoiede and the Finn, I see the seal-seeker in his boat poising his lance, I see the Siberian on his slight-built sledge drawn by dogs, I see the porpoise-hunters, I see the whale-crews of the south Pacific and the north Atlantic, I see the cliffs, glaciers, torrents, valleys of Switzerland - I mark the long winters and the isolation.

As I am. As I am. All or not at all.

Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead.

To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life.

if it is thus, I ask emphatically whence comes this thusness.

History is that nightmare from which there is no awakening.

When I makes tea I makes tea, as old mother Grogan said. And when I makes water I makes water.