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on what has been given you, sound then the note you have heard. It will be echoing in the back of your mind henceforward and will come when you call. Then once again you will know directly, and not by an ever-fainter recollection. But whether at that moment you will bring down the Eternal into Time or be drawn from Time into the Eternal, it is not for us small shuttles in the weaving to say or know."
When I reached the inn by the close gate he was gone.
Since my return I have been deciding what to do. My mind, of course, has fluctuated. There have been three principal choices. I could go back to St. Aidans and check up on my impressions-surely, I should? Such a story, even if it were all objective, should be carefully confirmed, and there was at least the chance of obtaining a witness. But somehow I knew that would serve little use. I could let the whole matter drop, treat the episode with any excuse I liked-an hallucination, a fantasy-something, anyhow, that I had a duty to disregard. Naturally, that was my strongest inclination. Indeed, I began to act on it. I actually returned to my routine, resumed my technical studies, went on with my opus, and let it be known that progress was being maintained. But it has proved vain. If a very unorthodox antiquarian may compare himself with the most orthodox of theologians, I felt myself like Aquinas after that mysterious Mass on St. Nicholas Day in the Chapel of St. Nicholas at Naples.
As I looked at my careful folios, with their data, arguments, deductions, their measurements, plans, scale charts, as I checked over mv conclusions and thought of the theories I had labored half a lifetime to substantiate, and of the colleagues I had controverted, challenged, incited, informed

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