he were running amok。 Then he turned to a book…shop and found a
book on Bamberg Cathedral。 Here was a discovery！ here was
something for him！ He went into a quiet restaurant to look at
his treasure。 He lit up with thrills of bliss as he turned from
picture to picture。 He had found something at last； in these
carvings。 His soul had great satisfaction。 Had he not e out
to seek； and had he not found！ He was in a passion of
fulfilment。 These were the finest carvings； statues； he had ever
seen。 The book lay in his hands like a doorway。 The world around
was only an enclosure； a room。 But he was going away。 He
lingered over the lovely statues of women。 A marvellous；
finely…wrought universe crystallized out around him as he looked
again； at the crowns； the twining hair； the woman…faces。 He
liked all the better the unintelligible text of the German。 He
preferred things he could not understand with the mind。 He loved
the undiscovered and the undiscoverable。 He pored over the
pictures intensely。 And these were wooden statues；
〃Holz〃……he believed that meant wood。 Wooden statues so
shapen to his soul！ He was a million times gladdened。 How
undiscovered the world was； how it revealed itself to his soul！
What a fine； exciting thing his life was； at his hand！ Did not
Bamberg Cathedral make the world his own？ He celebrated his
triumphant s