Hermotimus, or the Rival Philosophies (65)

Lycinus I hardly dare tell you—even that is not exhaustive; I am afraid, after all, the solid basis we thought we had found

was imaginary. You know how fishermen often let down their nets, feel a weight, and pull them up expecting a great haul; when they have got them up with much toil, behold, a stone, or an old pot full of sand. I fear our catch is one of those.

Hermotimus I don’t know what this particular net may be; your nets are all round me, anyhow.

Lycinus Well, try and get through; providentially, you are as good a swimmer as can be. Now, this is it: granted that we go all round experimenting, and get it done at last, too, I do not believe we shall have solved the elementary question, whether any of them has the much-desired; perhaps they are all wrong together.

Hermotimus Oh, come now! not one of them right either?

Lycinus I cannot tell. Do you think it impossible they may all be deluded, and the truth be something which none of them has yet found?