Did I dream ?—Had I slumbered at my post ?—I did dream.
And why not tell my dream?—Life is little better; nay, it is little different. We wander at most in the dark—stumbling on temptations,—walking on the thorns of passions; or in an awful, but obscure light, refracted by the cloudy medium of philosophy.
Scenes Beyond the Western Border and
Scenes and Adventures in the Army
Spoken by Babbalanja, a "speculative, moralizing philosopher":
"The mystery of mysteries is still a mystery....Oh, my lord, I am in darkness, and no broad blaze comes down to flood me. The rays that come to me are but faint cross lights, mazing the obscurity wherein I live." (Mardi)
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