"By wishing, in the first place. It began to seem to me such a foolish thing that, being given all the advantages in the world, I could do nothing but frustrate them. I was like a person with a pack of cards in his hand, not knowing how to play any game. I longed to learn one, even the simplest; and I think it was the idea of the simplest that saved me." "I’m not sure that I get that, the simplest." "Oh, it’s nothing abstruse or original. I suppose it’s no more than the accepted principle of doing the duty that’s nearest. Hitherto, I’d felt that nothing was a real duty but what was far away. Then I began to see that right under our own roof— You see, Boyd and Lulu weren’t very happy, and I’d been leaving them to shift for themselves while I tried to do things for people like Lydia Blair and Harry Drinkwater, and a lot of others who were perfectly well able to take care of themselves. So I began to wonder if I couldn’t ... and to wish.... And it’s so curious! The minute I did that the things I could do were right there just as if they’d been staring me in the face for years, and I hadn’t had the eyes to see them." "What sort of things?" "Oh, hardly worth naming when it comes to words. Not big things, little things. If Lulu wanted something she couldn’t find in New York, a particular sort of scarf or piece of music, no matter what, I’d tell Boyd and he’d send for it; and, of course, you see! Or if Lulu said anything nice about Boyd, which she did now and then, I’d make it a point of telling him. That’s the sort of thing, nothing when you come to talk about it, and yet in practice— That’s what I mean by the simplest, the easiest, and most natural; and so I formed a kind of principle." "Do you mind telling me what it is?" "Only that, whoever you are, your work is given you; you don’t have to go into the highways and hedges to look for it. That queer boy, Harry Drinkwater, gave me the secret of it first. I asked him one day how it was that, in spite of all his handicaps, he managed to get on so well. He said he had only one recipe for success, which was wishing and watching, and watching and wishing. He said there was no door that wouldn’t open to you of its own accord if you stood before it long enough with that Sesame in your heart. I remember his saying, too, that in the matter of work, desire—desire that’s not wrong, of course—was our first point of contact with the divine, since the thing that we urgently wish to do is the thing by which we re-express the God who has first expressed Himself in us. The most important duty, then, is to find out what we really want, and then to wish and watch. Most of us don’t know what we want, or, if we do, we’re not clear enough about it, and so we get lost in confusion, like travelers in a swamp. Of course he said it all much more quaintly than I’m doing it; but that was the gist, and it helped to put me into the line of thought in which I’ve—I’ve found content."