XXII + 

I never knew that my feet so loved to walk. They love every step which they make. They part so sadly with every step; they seem to want to turn back. And so greedy are they that the longest road seems short to them, that the widest road seems narrow. They regret⁠—fancy!⁠—that they cannot at once walk backward and forward, to the right and to the left. Let them have their will and they will cover the earth with their traces, not leaving a patch: and still they would seek more. + 

And another thing I did not know: I did not know about my eyes that they can breathe. + 

Afar off I see the ocean. + 