“You’ve drawn too much water from that well. Wait. Manhood is patience. Mastery is nine times patience. What is that herb by the path?” “Strawflower.” “And that?” “I don’t know.” “Fourfoil, they call it.” … “What is its use, Master?” “None I know of.”
Ged kept the seedpod a while as they went on, then tossed it away.
“When you know the fourfoil in all its seasons root and leaf and flower, by sight and scent and seed, then you may learn its true name, knowing its being: which is more than its use. What, after all, is the use of you? or of myself? Is Gont Mountain useful, or the Open Sea?”
George Herbert:
There needs a long time to know the world’s pulse.
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