The Mark on the Wall

I understand nature's game, her prompting to take action as a way of ending any thought that threatens to excite or to pain. Hence I suppose comes our slight contempt for men of action. Men we assume, who don't think. Still, there's no harm in putting a full stop to one's disagreeable thoughts by looking at a mark on the wall. Indeed, now that I have fixed my eyes upon it, I feel that I have grasped a plank in the sea. I feel a satisfying sense of reality which at once turns the two archbishops and the Lord High Chancellor to the shadows of shades. Here is something definite. Something real. That is what one wants to