Etidorhpa or the End of Earth

A CERTAIN POINT WITHIN A SPHERE.”--MEN ARE AS PARASITES ON THE ROOF OF EARTH.

I realized again, as I had so many times before, that it was useless for me to rebel. “The self-imposed mystery of a sacrificed life lies before me,” I murmured, “and there is no chance to retrace my footsteps. The ‘Beyond’ of the course that I have voluntarily selected, and sworn to follow, is hidden; I must nerve myself to pursue it to the bitter end, and so help me God, and keep me steadfast.”