Whatever is it that we are all looking for? I fancy that it is
really quite close. When I was a boy I had a fancy that Heaven
or Fairyland or whatever I called it, was immediately behind my
own back, and that this was why I could never manage to see it,
however often I twisted and turned to take it by surprise.
I had a notion of a man perpetually spinning round on one foot
like a teetotum in the effort to find that world behind his back
which continually fled from him. Perhaps this is why the world
goes round. Perhaps the world is always trying to look over
its shoulder and catch up the world which always escapes it,
yet without which it cannot be itself.
In any case, as I have said, I think that we must always conceive
of that which is the goal of all our endeavours as somethi
