[May 10th 1916]
thought than the prospect of distant hills or the sight of a remote shore. But it is not what is seen; it is rather the feeling of vision extending into the limitless realm of space that fills the mind with the deepest veneration. So also the sensation of great lonliness in a desert unstill by the same thought that one is lost in the vastness of things.
The scale is so great that it seems immeasurable; an encampment is so minute a speck in the empty sands that it adds still more to their dreariness; a horseman on the far horizon is for a moment clearly defined against the sky, and then, like a passing ship, sinks down from view. The sands hum beneath a scorching sun untempered by the gentlest wisp of cloud or, obscured behind a storm of driving sand,