I too could now say to myself; be no longer a chaos, but a World, or even a Worldkin. Produce! Produce! Were it but the pitifullest, infinitesimal fraction of a product, produce it in Gods name! ‘Tis the utmost that thou has in thee? Out with it then! Up up! Whatsoever thy hand find to do, do it with thy whole might! Work while it is called to-day, for the night cometh, wherein no man can work.