If I fail in the
end, there must be still one more to follow.
Understand I do not expect to die. It is the unknown that I am
afraid of. I who thought that we knew so much have found it still
so little. There are so many laws in the weave of Cosmos that are
still unguessed. What is this death that we are afraid of? What is
life? Can we solve it? Is it permissible? What is the Blind Spot?
If Hobart Fenton is right it has nothing to do with death. If so,
what is it?
My pen is weak. I am weary. I am waiting for Hobart. Perhaps I
shall not last. When he comes I want him to know my story. What he
knows already will not hurt repeating. It is well that man shall
have it; it may be that we shall both fail-there is no telling;
but if we do the world can profit by our blunders and guide
itself--perhaps to the mastery of the phenomenon that controls the
Blind Spot.
I ask you to bear with me. If I make a few mistakes or I am a bit
loose, remember the stress under which I am writing. I shall try
to be plain so that all may follow.
VI
CHICK WATSON
Now to go back.
In due time we were both of us graduated from college. I went into
the law and Hobart into engineering. We were both successful.
There was not a thing to foreshadow that either of us was to be
jerked from his profession. There was no adventure, but lots of
work and reward in proportion.
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