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 about the whole world really being like the crew of a submarine

"It's true—universally. Everyone is in a blind alley until we pierce a road

"That was a queer talk we had I remember I wouldn't go to bed—a kind of fever in the mind

"Then there was a dream.

"I wish I could remember more of that dream. It was as if I could see round some metaphysical corner I seemed to be in a great place—talking to God

"But how could one have talked to God?

"No. It is gone"

His thought reverted to the letter of young Burrows.

He began to scheme out the reinstatement of Woldingstanton. He had an idea of rebuilding School House with a map corridor to join it to the picture gallery and the concert hall, which were both happily still standing. He wanted the maps on one side to show the growth and succession of empires in the western world, and on the other to present the range of geographical knowledge and thought at different periods in man's history.

As with many great headmasters, his idle daydreams were often architectural. He took out another of his dream toys now and played with it. This dream was that he could organise a series of ethnological exhibits showing various groups of primitive peoples in a triple order; first little models of them in their savage state, then displays of their arts and manufactures to show their distinctive gifts and aptitudes, and then suggestions of the part such a