I don't know how long, at last. I have been going down regularly, quite straight, for weeks. Then I am tapering off to a long point at the end, in the most beautiful proportions possible. This is really being firmly established and satisfactory to one's self, though still progressing, I hope, for I don't see why there should be a limit. I wish us to be all perfect alike.
Perfection is the great thing to try for.
But if the long, slim, orange-roots, striking deep into the earth, are your idea of perfection, I advise you to begin life over again. I wish you had consulted us before. Come to the surface, and make the most of it, as we do, and then you'll be a credit to your friends. Never mind what travellers say. They've nothing else to do but to walk about and talk, and they tell us we are perfection too.