... "No regret is vain. It is sorrow that spins the thread,--softer
than moonshine, thinner than fragrance, stronger than death,--the
Gleipnir-chain of the Greater Memory....
"In millions of years you will meet again;--and the time will not seem
long; for a million years and a moment are the same to the dead. Then
you will not be all of your present self, nor she be all that she has
been: both of you will at once be less, and yet incomparably more. Then,
to the longing that must come upon you, body itself will seem but a
barrier through which you would leap to her--or, it may be, to him; for
sex will have shifted numberless times ere then. Neither will remember;
but each will be filled with a feeling immeasurable of having met
before...."