“I’m getting on, you know, and to tell you the truth I shan’t be sorry to go. What are those lines of Landor’s? ‘I’ve warmed both hands …’ ” Though I have a bad verbal memory, the poem is very short and I was able to repeat it. “I strove with none, for none was worth my strife. Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of Life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.” “That’s it,” he said.
