Percival resigned himself to listen. He was not unfamiliar with the lot of one who dines with the learned Von Herzlich. "Now he's off," he said to himself. "Ach! It is but now that you shall begin to live. Is it not that while you planned the money-amassing you were deferring to live--ah, yes--until some day when you had so much more? Yes? A common thought-failure it is--a common failure of the to-take-thoughtedness of life--its capacities and the intentions of the scheme under which we survive. Ach! So few humans learn that this invitation to live specifies not the hours, like a five-o'clock. It says--so well as Father-Mother Nature has learned to write the words to our unseeing eyes--'at once,' but we ever put off the living we are invited to at once--until to-morrow-next day, next year--until this or that be done or won. So now you will find this out. Before, you would have waited for a time that never came--no matter the all-money you gathered. "Nor yet, my young friend, shall you take this matter to be of a seriousness, to be sorrow-worthy. If you take of the courage, you shall find the world to smile to your face, and father-mother you. You recall what the English Huxley says--Ah! what fine, dear man, the good Huxley--he says, yes, in the 'Genealogy of the Beasts,' 'It is a probable hypothesis that what the world is to organisms in general, each organism is to the molecules of which it is composed.' So you laugh at the world, the world it laugh back 'ha! ha! ha!'--then--soly--all your little molecules obediently respond--you thrill with the happiness--with the power--the desire--the capacity--you out-go and achieve. Yes? So fret not. Ach! we fret so much of what it shall be unwise to fret of. It is funny to fret. Why? Why fret? Yet but the month last, they have excavated at Nippur, from the pre-Sargonic strata, a lady and a gentleman of the House of Ptah. What you say in New York--'a damned fine old family,' yes, is it not? I am read their description, and seen of the photographs.