He in his madness prays for storms,

And dreams that storms will bring him peace.

He in his madness prays for storms, And dreams that storms will bring him peace.

“He is really more than human,” I thought; “he knows everything. How can one help loving him?”

I got up, took his arm, and began to walk up and down with him, trying to keep step.

“Well?” he asked, smiling and looking at me.