It has to be asked if this stirring in nature, this out of the window progression to keep us going, is going anywhere. In the park, the chestnuts in luminous foliage behave for all the world like perfect forgiveness, radiant in grace; or else, have always like elephants on a trail of centuries use moved irrespective, working for life, and taking the world forward - but to what end? Ah! that is a question posed by a man, whose answer's implicit in the passage, but not so as he can answer it.
