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“Why these preparations without end?”—I said to Mind—“Is some one to come?”
Mind replied, “I am enormously busy gathering things and building towers. I have no time to answer such questions.”
Meekly I went back to my work.
When things were grown to a pile, when seven wings of his palace were complete, I said to Mind, “Is it not enough?”
Mind began to say, “Not enough to contain—” and then stopped.
“Contain what?” I asked.
Mind affected not to hear.
I suspected that Mind did not know, and with ceaseless work smothered the question.
His one refrain was, “I must have more.”
“Why must you?”
“Because it is great.”
“What is great?”
Mind remained silent. I pressed for an answer.
In contempt and anger, Mind said, “Why ask about things that are not? Take notice of those that are hugely before you,—the struggle and the fight, the army and armaments, the bricks and mortar, and labourers without number.”
I thought “Possibly Mind is wise.”