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I
felt
an
odd
stab
of
emotion
.
A
sense
of
how
we
had
galled
each
other
,
and
particularly
how
I
must
have
galled
him
,
came
to
me
.
"
Confound
it
,
"
thought
I
,
"
we
might
have
done
better
!
"
I
was
on
the
point
of
asking
him
to
shake
hands
--
for
that
,
somehow
,
was
how
I
felt
just
then
--
when
he
put
his
feet
together
and
leapt
away
from
me
towards
the
north
.
He
seemed
to
drift
through
the
air
as
a
dead
leaf
would
do
,
fell
lightly
,
and
leapt
again
.
I
stood
for
a
moment
watching
him
,
then
faced
westward
reluctantly
,
pulled
myself
together
,
and
with
something
of
the
feeling
of
a
man
who
leaps
into
icy
water
,
selected
a
leaping
point
,
and
plunged
forward
to
explore
my
solitary
half
of
the
moon
world
.
I
dropped
rather
clumsily
among
rocks
,
stood
up
and
looked
about
me
,
clambered
on
to
a
rocky
slab
,
and
leapt
again
...
When
presently
I
looked
for
Cavor
he
was
hidden
from
my
eyes
,
but
the
handkerchief
showed
out
bravely
on
its
headland
,
white
in
the
blaze
of
the
sun
.
I
determined
not
to
lose
sight
of
that
handkerchief
whatever
might
betide
.
In
a
little
while
it
seemed
to
me
as
though
I
had
always
been
alone
on
the
moon
.
I
hunted
for
a
time
with
a
certain
intentness
,
but
the
heat
was
still
very
great
,
and
the
thinness
of
the
air
felt
like
a
hoop
about
one
's
chest
.
I
came
presently
into
a
hollow
basin
bristling
with
tall
,
brown
,
dry
fronds
about
its
edge
,
and
I
sat
down
under
these
to
rest
and
cool
.
I
intended
to
rest
for
only
a
little
while
.
I
put
down
my
clubs
beside
me
,
and
sat
resting
my
chin
on
my
hands
.
I
saw
with
a
sort
of
colourless
interest
that
the
rocks
of
the
basin
,
where
here
and
there
the
crackling
dry
lichens
had
shrunk
away
to
show
them
,
were
all
veined
and
splattered
with
gold
,
that
here
and
there
bosses
of
rounded
and
wrinkled
gold
projected
from
among
the
litter
.
What
did
that
matter
now
?
A
sort
of
languor
had
possession
of
my
limbs
and
mind
,
I
did
not
believe
for
a
moment
that
we
should
ever
find
the
sphere
in
that
vast
desiccated
wilderness
.
I
seemed
to
lack
a
motive
for
effort
until
the
Selenites
should
come
.
Then
I
supposed
I
should
exert
myself
,
obeying
that
unreasonable
imperative
that
urges
a
man
before
all
things
to
preserve
and
defend
his
life
,
albeit
he
may
preserve
it
only
to
die
more
painfully
in
a
little
while
.
Why
had
we
come
to
the
moon
?
The
thing
presented
itself
to
me
as
a
perplexing
problem
.
What
is
this
spirit
in
man
that
urges
him
for
ever
to
depart
from
happiness
and
security
,
to
toil
,
to
place
himself
in
danger
,
to
risk
even
a
reasonable
certainty
of
death
?
It
dawned
upon
me
up
there
in
the
moon
as
a
thing
I
ought
always
to
have
known
,
that
man
is
not
made
simply
to
go
about
being
safe
and
comfortable
and
well
fed
and
amused
.
Almost
any
man
,
if
you
put
the
thing
to
him
,
not
in
words
,
but
in
the
shape
of
opportunities
,
will
show
that
he
knows
as
much
.
Against
his
interest
,
against
his
happiness
,
he
is
constantly
being
driven
to
do
unreasonable
things
.
Some
force
not
himself
impels
him
,
and
go
he
must
.
But
why
?
Why
?
Sitting
there
in
the
midst
of
that
useless
moon
gold
,
amidst
the
things
of
another
world
,
I
took
count
of
all
my
life
.
Assuming
I
was
to
die
a
castaway
upon
the
moon
,
I
failed
altogether
to
see
what
purpose
I
had
served
.
I
got
no
light
on
that
point
,
but
at
any
rate
it
was
clearer
to
me
than
it
had
ever
been
in
my
life
before
that
I
was
not
serving
my
own
purpose
,
that
all
my
life
I
had
in
truth
never
served
the
purposes
of
my
private
life
.
Whose
purposes
,
what
purposes
,
was
I
serving
?
...
I
ceased
to
speculate
on
why
we
had
come
to
the
moon
,
and
took
a
wider
sweep
.
Why
had
I
come
to
the
earth
?
Why
had
I
a
private
life
at
all
?
...
I
lost
myself
at
last
in
bottomless
speculations
...
My
thoughts
became
vague
and
cloudy
,
no
longer
leading
in
definite
directions
.
I
had
not
felt
heavy
or
weary
--
I
can
not
imagine
one
doing
so
upon
the
moon
--
but
I
suppose
I
was
greatly
fatigued
.
At
any
rate
I
slept
.
Slumbering
there
rested
me
greatly
,
I
think
,
and
the
sun
was
setting
and
the
violence
of
the
heat
abating
,
through
all
the
time
I
slumbered
.
When
at
last
I
was
roused
from
my
slumbers
by
a
remote
clamour
,
I
felt
active
and
capable
again
.
I
rubbed
my
eyes
and
stretched
my
arms
.
I
rose
to
my
feet
--
I
was
a
little
stiff
--
and
at
once
prepared
to
resume
my
search
.
I
shouldered
my
golden
clubs
,
one
on
each
shoulder
,
and
went
on
out
of
the
ravine
of
the
gold-veined
rocks
.
The
sun
was
certainly
lower
,
much
lower
than
it
had
been
;
the
air
was
very
much
cooler
.
I
perceived
I
must
have
slept
some
time
.
It
seemed
to
me
that
a
faint
touch
of
misty
blueness
hung
about
the
western
cliff
.
I
leapt
to
a
little
boss
of
rock
and
surveyed
the
crater
.
I
could
see
no
signs
of
mooncalves
or
Selenites
,
nor
could
I
see
Cavor
,
but
I
could
see
my
handkerchief
far
off
,
spread
out
on
its
thicket
of
thorns
.
I
looked
about
me
,
and
then
leapt
forward
to
the
next
convenient
view-point
.
