We feel that we have reached a certain harbour, after much or little drifting, just because it is for that haven, after all, that we have been moving on and on; with all the irresistible pilotry of the wide ocean-wash friendly to us. It is as foolish to make too much of the definite in friendship as it is in love—which is the highest expression of companionship. Friendship?—love? what are they if real on both sides, but the great Findings? Grillparzer... once more to cite that noble poet of so much that is profoundly psychic... puts all the negative and the positive of it into the appeal of his Jason..
«In my far home, a fair belief is found,
That double, by the Gods, each human soul
Created is... and, once so shaped, divided.
So shall the other half its fellow seek
O' er land, o' er sea, till when it once be found,
The parted halves, long-sundered, blend and mix
In one, at last! Feel'st thou this half-heart?
Beats it with pain, divided, in thy breast ?
O... come!»
