"'Which of us walks over the other?' asked Slofork. His manner was as calm as the day itself, but, to my young nature, terrible with hidden terrors. I smiled at him, but did not wish for this humiliation. We continued sitting thus, in a friendly way, for many minutes.
"What is greater than Pleasure?' he asked suddenly.
"I was at an age when one wishes to be thought equal to any emergency, so, concealing my surprise, I applied myself to the conversation, as if it were for that purpose we had met.
"'Pain,' I replied, 'for pain drives out pleasure.'
'What is greater than Pain?'
"I reflected. 'Love. Because we will accept our loved one's share of pain.'
" 'But what is greater than Love?' he persisted.
"'Nothing, Slofork.'
"'And what is Nothing?'
"'That you must tell me.'
"'Tell you I will. This is Shaping's world. He that is a good child here, knows pleasure, pain, and love, and gets his rewards. But there's another world - not Shaping's and there all this is unknown, and another order of things reigns. That world we call Nothing - but it is not Nothing, but Something.'
"There was a pause.
"'I have heard,' said I, 'that you are good at growing and ungrowing organs?'
"'That's not enough for me. Every organ tells me the same story. Iwant to hear different stories.'
"'Is it true, what men say, that your wisdom flows and ebbs in pulses?'
"'Quite true,' replied Slofork. 'But those you had it from did not add that they have always mistaken the flow for the ebb.'
"'My experience is,' said I sententiously, 'that wisdom is misery.'