“That, then, was the end of my dream, and I have never since been able to continue it, and to discover what was written over the other doors of the third tower, or what lay within the towers I did not enter.  So that I have had to go on ever since with the knowledge I then acquired, that whatever Reality may ultimately be, it is in the life of the affections, with all its confused tangle of loves and hates, attractions, repulsions, and, worst of all, indifferences, it is in this intricate commerce of souls that we may come nearest to apprehending what perhaps we shall never wholly apprehend, but the quest of which alone, as I believe, gives any significance to life, and makes it a thing which a wise and brave man will be able to persuade himself it is right to endure.”

With that I ended; and Wilson was just beginning to explain to me that my dream had no real significance, but was just a confused reproduction of what I must have been thinking about before I took the aether, when we were interrupted by the arrival of tea.  In the confusion that ensued Audubon came over to me and said:  “It was curious your dreaming that about me, for it is exactly the way I should behave.”

“Of course it is,” I replied, “and that, no doubt, is why I dreamt it.”

“Well,” he said, “you can say what you like, but I really do not see why!” And with that the conversation I had to report closed.