Andthissavedhimstillfromthewhimperingweaknessandcruelselfishnessofholdingthatbecausesuchahappinessorsuchavirtuehadnotcomeintohislittlepath，orworkedwellforhim，thereforeitwasnotinthegreatscheme，butwasreducible，whenfoundinappearance，tothebasestelements。Adisappointedmindhehad，butamindtoofirmandhealthyforsuchunwholesomeair。
Leavinghimselfinthedark，itcouldriseintothelight，seeingitshineonothersandhailingit。
Therefore，hesatbeforehisdyingfire，sorrowfultothinkuponthewaybywhichhehadcometothatnight，yetnotstrewingpoisononthewaybywhichothermenhadcometoit。Thatheshouldhavemissedsomuch，andathistimeoflifeshouldlooksofarabouthimforanystafftobearhimcompanyuponhisdownwardjourneyandcheerit，wasajustregret。Helookedatthefirefromwhichtheblazedeparted，fromwhichtheafterglowsubsided，inwhichtheashesturnedgrey，fromwhichtheydroppedtodust，andthought，’HowsoonItooshallpassthroughsuchchanges，andbegone!’
Toreviewhislifewaslikedescendingagreentreeinfruitandflower，andseeingallthebrancheswitheranddropoff，onebyone，ashecamedowntowardsthem。
’Fromtheunhappysuppressionofmyyoungestdays，throughtherigidandunlovinghomethatfollowedthem，throughmydeparture，mylongexile，myreturn，mymother’swelcome，myintercoursewithhersince，downtotheafternoonofthisdaywithpoorFlora，’saidArthurClennam，’whathaveIfound!’