“What a grand place for thinking!” said Richard to himself. But in truth Richard had hardly yet begun to think. He only followed the thoughts that came to him—he never said to them, Come. Neither, when ideas came, did he keep them, and make them walk up and down before him till he saw what they meant. He did not search out their pedigree, get them to give an account of themselves, show what they could do, or, in short, be themselves to him.
