The devils are after me, and the police are after them. It’s a race that I mean to win. - John Buchan

Time, they say, must the best of us capture,
And travel and battle and gems and gold
No more can kindle the ancient rapture,
For even the youngest of hearts grows old.

I gathered from Hollond that he was always conscious of corridors and halls and alleys in Space, shifting, but shifting according to inexorable laws. I never could get quite clear as to what this consciousness was like. When I asked he used to look puzzled and worried and helpless.

Truth's like a dollar-piece, it's got two sides, and both are wanted to make it good currency.