mountains and wildernesses and forests and all the sorts and

conditions of human life that were scattered over its surface. It

was all alive, Ifelt, and changing every day; how it was changing,

and the changes men might bring about, fascinated mymind beyond

measure.

I used to find a charm in old maps that showed The World asKnown to

the Ancients, and I wish I could now without any suspicion of self-

deception write down compactly the world as it wasknown to me at

nineteen. So far as extension went it was, I fancy, very like the

world Iknow now at forty-two; I had practically all the mountains

and seas, boundaries and races, products and possibilities that I

have now. But its intension was very different. All the interval

has been increasing and deepening my socialknowledge, replacing

crude and second-hand impressions byfelt and realised distinctions.

In 1895-that was my last year with Britten, for I went up to

Cambridge in September-my vision of the world had much the same

relation to the vision I have to-day that an ill-drawn daub of a

mask has to the direct vision of a human face. Britten and I looked

at our world and saw-what did wesee?Forms and colours side by

side that we had no suspicion were interdependent. We had no

conception of the roots of things nor of the reaction of things. It

did not seem to us, for example, that business had anything to do

with government, or that money and means affected the heroic issues

of war. There were no wagons in our war game, and where there were

guns, there it was assumed the ammunition was gathered together.

Finance again was a sealed book to us; we did not so much connect it

with the broad aspects of human affairs as regard it as a sort of

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