The Man with the Spade:
And he can go anywhere.
First Man:
Anywhere? A bird can do that. But a man does not fly anywhere; a man knows where to go.
The Stripling:
Yes, where he wants to go.
The Man with the Spade:
Where he feels himself drawn to.
First Man:
Ha, ha! We know where you are drawn to.
The Man with the Spade:
How do you know where I want to go?
The Stripling:
Ha, ha! Because we want to go there as well.
The Man with the Spade:
I don’t know. All according to what it’s like there.
The Stripling (feverishly):
But I know well enough what I want there. There’s nothing here. There’s nothing here for me. Here I should never have anything. What there is here is no use to me. Here I could never make my way as long as I live.
The Man with the Spade:
Why, you are young, but I’m getting on in years, and still I have not managed to help myself to any-
