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He
was
entranced
by
illumination
,
and
did
not
hear
the
"
Bughouse
,
"
whispered
by
Jim
,
nor
see
the
anxiety
on
his
sister
’
s
face
,
nor
notice
the
rotary
motion
of
Bernard
Higginbotham
’
s
finger
,
whereby
he
imparted
the
suggestion
of
wheels
revolving
in
his
brother
-
in
-
law
’
s
head
.
What
,
in
a
way
,
most
profoundly
impressed
Martin
,
was
the
correlation
of
knowledge
—
of
all
knowledge
.
He
had
been
curious
to
know
things
,
and
whatever
he
acquired
he
had
filed
away
in
separate
memory
compartments
in
his
brain
.
Thus
,
on
the
subject
of
sailing
he
had
an
immense
store
.
On
the
subject
of
woman
he
had
a
fairly
large
store
.
But
these
two
subjects
had
been
unrelated
.
Between
the
two
memory
compartments
there
had
been
no
connection
.
That
,
in
the
fabric
of
knowledge
,
there
should
be
any
connection
whatever
between
a
woman
with
hysterics
and
a
schooner
carrying
a
weather
-
helm
or
heaving
to
in
a
gale
,
would
have
struck
him
as
ridiculous
and
impossible
.
But
Herbert
Spencer
had
shown
him
not
only
that
it
was
not
ridiculous
,
but
that
it
was
impossible
for
there
to
be
no
connection
.
All
things
were
related
to
all
other
things
from
the
farthermost
star
in
the
wastes
of
space
to
the
myriads
of
atoms
in
the
grain
of
sand
under
one
’
s
foot
.
This
new
concept
was
a
perpetual
amazement
to
Martin
,
and
he
found
himself
engaged
continually
in
tracing
the
relationship
between
all
things
under
the
sun
and
on
the
other
side
of
the
sun
.
He
drew
up
lists
of
the
most
incongruous
things
and
was
unhappy
until
he
succeeded
in
establishing
kinship
between
them
all
—
kinship
between
love
,
poetry
,
earthquake
,
fire
,
rattlesnakes
,
rainbows
,
precious
gems
,
monstrosities
,
sunsets
,
the
roaring
of
lions
,
illuminating
gas
,
cannibalism
,
beauty
,
murder
,
lovers
,
fulcrums
,
and
tobacco
.
Thus
,
he
unified
the
universe
and
held
it
up
and
looked
at
it
,
or
wandered
through
its
byways
and
alleys
and
jungles
,
not
as
a
terrified
traveller
in
the
thick
of
mysteries
seeking
an
unknown
goal
,
but
observing
and
charting
and
becoming
familiar
with
all
there
was
to
know
.
And
the
more
he
knew
,
the
more
passionately
he
admired
the
universe
,
and
life
,
and
his
own
life
in
the
midst
of
it
all
.
"
You
fool
!
"
he
cried
at
his
image
in
the
looking
-
glass
.
"
You
wanted
to
write
,
and
you
tried
to
write
,
and
you
had
nothing
in
you
to
write
about
.
What
did
you
have
in
you
?
—
some
childish
notions
,
a
few
half
-
baked
sentiments
,
a
lot
of
undigested
beauty
,
a
great
black
mass
of
ignorance
,
a
heart
filled
to
bursting
with
love
,
and
an
ambition
as
big
as
your
love
and
as
futile
as
your
ignorance
.
And
you
wanted
to
write
!
Why
,
you
’
re
just
on
the
edge
of
beginning
to
get
something
in
you
to
write
about
.
You
wanted
to
create
beauty
,
but
how
could
you
when
you
knew
nothing
about
the
nature
of
beauty
?
You
wanted
to
write
about
life
when
you
knew
nothing
of
the
essential
characteristics
of
life
.
You
wanted
to
write
about
the
world
and
the
scheme
of
existence
when
the
world
was
a
Chinese
puzzle
to
you
and
all
that
you
could
have
written
would
have
been
about
what
you
did
not
know
of
the
scheme
of
existence
.
But
cheer
up
,
Martin
,
my
boy
.
You
’
ll
write
yet
.
You
know
a
little
,
a
very
little
,
and
you
’
re
on
the
right
road
now
to
know
more
.
Some
day
,
if
you
’
re
lucky
,
you
may
come
pretty
close
to
knowing
all
that
may
be
known
.
Then
you
will
write
.
"
He
brought
his
great
discovery
to
Ruth
,
sharing
with
her
all
his
joy
and
wonder
in
it
.
But
she
did
not
seem
to
be
so
enthusiastic
over
it
.
She
tacitly
accepted
it
and
,
in
a
way
,
seemed
aware
of
it
from
her
own
studies
.
It
did
not
stir
her
deeply
,
as
it
did
him
,
and
he
would
have
been
surprised
had
he
not
reasoned
it
out
that
it
was
not
new
and
fresh
to
her
as
it
was
to
him
.
Arthur
and
Norman
,
he
found
,
believed
in
evolution
and
had
read
Spencer
,
though
it
did
not
seem
to
have
made
any
vital
impression
upon
them
,
while
the
young
fellow
with
the
glasses
and
the
mop
of
hair
,
Will
Olney
,
sneered
disagreeably
at
Spencer
and
repeated
the
epigram
,
"
There
is
no
god
but
the
Unknowable
,
and
Herbert
Spencer
is
his
prophet
.
"
But
Martin
forgave
him
the
sneer
,
for
he
had
begun
to
discover
that
Olney
was
not
in
love
with
Ruth
.
Later
,
he
was
dumfounded
to
learn
from
various
little
happenings
not
only
that
Olney
did
not
care
for
Ruth
,
but
that
he
had
a
positive
dislike
for
her
.
Martin
could
not
understand
this
.
It
was
a
bit
of
phenomena
that
he
could
not
correlate
with
all
the
rest
of
the
phenomena
in
the
universe
.
But
nevertheless
he
felt
sorry
for
the
young
fellow
because
of
the
great
lack
in
his
nature
that
prevented
him
from
a
proper
appreciation
of
Ruth
’
s
fineness
and
beauty
.
They
rode
out
into
the
hills
several
Sundays
on
their
wheels
,
and
Martin
had
ample
opportunity
to
observe
the
armed
truce
that
existed
between
Ruth
and
Olney
.
The
latter
chummed
with
Norman
,
throwing
Arthur
and
Martin
into
company
with
Ruth
,
for
which
Martin
was
duly
grateful
.
Those
Sundays
were
great
days
for
Martin
,
greatest
because
he
was
with
Ruth
,
and
great
,
also
,
because
they
were
putting
him
more
on
a
par
with
the
young
men
of
her
class
.
In
spite
of
their
long
years
of
disciplined
education
,
he
was
finding
himself
their
intellectual
equal
,
and
the
hours
spent
with
them
in
conversation
was
so
much
practice
for
him
in
the
use
of
the
grammar
he
had
studied
so
hard
.
He
had
abandoned
the
etiquette
books
,
falling
back
upon
observation
to
show
him
the
right
things
to
do
.
Except
when
carried
away
by
his
enthusiasm
,
he
was
always
on
guard
,
keenly
watchful
of
their
actions
and
learning
their
little
courtesies
and
refinements
of
conduct
.
The
fact
that
Spencer
was
very
little
read
was
for
some
time
a
source
of
surprise
to
Martin
.
"
Herbert
Spencer
,
"
said
the
man
at
the
desk
in
the
library
,
"
oh
,
yes
,
a
great
mind
.
"
But
the
man
did
not
seem
to
know
anything
of
the
content
of
that
great
mind
.
One
evening
,
at
dinner
,
when
Mr
.
Butler
was
there
,
Martin
turned
the
conversation
upon
Spencer
.
