He was getting on well, so I understood, and had secured a fairly substantial position, and I had therefore ventured to ask him point-blank for the loan of fifty pounds.

For the long trail stretched before us, for we heard the call, / Left the hearthstone and the homeland, felt the rover's thrall; / Wandered to the far horizon, sought the joy of life— / Now the wanderlust is waning, heimweh now is rife.

, Book IV, Chapter X God […] has stamped no original characters on our minds wherein we may read his being.

All the aberrant streaks of his arrogant personality – its reckless rationalism, its world-domineering phantasy and its sectarian fanaticism – joined in an unholy conspiracy to dislodge the Muslim Scripture from its firmly entrenched position as the epitome of historic authenticity and moral unassailability.