when I transport myself, in thought, through some thousands or millions of years, and fancy myself possessed of as much Science as one created reason can carry, I ask myself 'What then? With nothing more to learn, can one rest content on knowledge, for the eternity yet to be lived through?' It has been a very wearying thought to me. I have sometimes fancied one might, in that event, say 'It is better not to be,' and pray for personal annihilationthe Nirvana of the Buddhists."
"But that is only half the picture," I said. "Besides working for oneself, may there not be the helping of others?"
"Surely, surely!" Lady Muriel exclaimed in a tone of relief, looking at her father with sparkling eyes.
"Yes," said the Earl, "so long as there were any others needing help. But, given ages and ages more, surely all created reasons would at length reach the same dead level of satiety. And then what is there to look forward to?"
"I know that weary feeling," said the young Doctor. "I have gone through it all, more than once. Now let me tell you how I have
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