said to do, frequenting the spots where they buried material treasures without which they cannot pay their way to the nether world. “I shall never go back,” I said to myself. A door had shut, the low door in the wall I had sought and found in Oxford; open it now and I should find no enchanted garden. I had come to the surface, into the light of common day and the fresh sea-air, after long captivity in the sunless coral palaces and waving forests of the ocean bed. I had left behind me—what? Youth? Adolescence? Romance? The
bhead left behind
