" "Won't YOU tell, Douglas?" somebody else inquired. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it? And remember, it is an eternity of pain. The gang made forays into the gardens of old maids or went down to the castle and fought a battle on the shaggy weed-grown rocks, coming home after it weary stragglers with the stale odours of the foreshore in their nostrils and the rank oils of the seawrack upon their hands and in their hair. There were so many flagstones on the footpath of that street and so many streets in that City and so many cities in the world.