Stephen Maria Crane

The Wayfarer

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The Wayfarer

The wayfarer, Perceiving the pathway to truth, Was struck with astonishment. It was thickly grown with weeds. "Ha," he said, "I see that none has passed here In a long time. " Later he saw that each weed Was a singular knife. "Well," he mumbled at last, "Doubtless there are other roads. "