‘Well, Nat,’ he said, ‘I think I’ve had a lesson in humility. I used to have as good an opinion of myself as most men, I think, but now I’ve learned I’m a very ordinary sort of fellow, made of very inferior clay to you and my Moonlove – all the things that you know at first hand I can only take on faith.’ ‘Suppose, Ambrose, that what we know at first hand is only this – that there is nothing to know?’
