“I did. And when I was younger, I dreamed many dreams, and even had visions. But it is as I have told you before; nothing is a precise fit. Look you, Fitz. If I showed you wool and a loom and a set of shears, would you look at it and say, Oh, that is the coat I will someday wear? But once you have the coat on, it is easy to look back and say, Oh, those things foretold this coat.” “What is the good of it, then?” I demanded in disgust. “The good of it?” he echoed. “Ah. I have never quite thought of it in those terms before. The good of it.”
