human
So this was the end of a comradeship all too brief, as life goes. Friends are scarce enough, heaven knows, without a fellow’s losing one in such vague circumstances. But the years went by, and I didn’t hear a word from Bert. At first, I missed and worried about him acutely; then, little by little, he faded off into the background, as even the sharpest details of the great picture of life do if we keep moving. Perspectives change, too. I continued, of course, to think of him now and then, wondering what he might have lost or found. But I never felt occasion to doubt the nature of his quest; he had come into that heritage foreordained at the launching of his sensitive and romantic soul. Something had called him down the wind, some note, some fragrance, some face of beauty, some revelation of delight; and he’d gone out to find the answer and consummation—love or death—that hearts like his pursue