Memory like books that remain a long time shut up in the dust needs to be opened from time to time; it is necessary, so to speak, to open the leaves, that it may be ready in time of need.
Uselessly and without any plan, just like ants crawling over bushes, which creep up to the top, and then down to the bottom again without gaining anything. Many men spend their lives in exactly the same fashion, which we may call a state of restless indolence.