Lying on his back, he gazed up now into the high, cloudless sky.

"Do I not know that that is infinite space, and that it is not a round arch? But, however I screw up my eyes and strain my sight, I cannot see it not round and not bounded, and in spite of my knowing about infinite space, I am incontestably right when I see a solid blue dome, and more right than when I strain my eyes to see beyond it.

" Levin ceased thinking, and only, as it were, listened to mysterious voices that seemed talking joyfully and earnestly within him.