Personal statement:

The sense of an unnatural symbolism always settled back on him again. Each figure seemed to be, somehow, on the borderland of things, just as their theory was on the borderland of thought. He knew that each one of these men stood at the extreme end, so to speak, of some wild road of reasoning. He could only fancy, as in some old-world fable, that if a man went westward to the end of the world he would find something - say a tree - that was more or less than a tree, a tree possessed by a spirit; and that if he went east to the end of the world he would find something else that was now wholly itself - a tower, perhaps, of which the very shape was wicked. So these figures seemed to stand up, violent and unaccountable against an ultimate horizon, visions from the verge. The ends of the earth were closing in.

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