Rembrandt The Jewish Bride

die every minute, and we mustn't be scared by the common lot. If we failed to hold our own, because that equal foot at all men's doors was heard knocking somewhere, every object in this world would slip from us. No! Ride on! Rough-shod if need be, smooth-shod if that will do, but ride on!
all obstacles, and win the race!' ¡¡¡¡'And win what race?' said I. ¡¡¡¡'The race that one has started in,' said he. 'Ride on!' ¡¡¡¡I noticed, I remember, as he paused, looking at me with his handsome head a little thrown back, and his glass raised in his hand, that, though the freshness of tsea-wind was on his face, and it was ruddy, there were traces in it, made since I last saw it, as if he had applied himself to some habitual strain of the fervent energy