                         The Windmill
    A windmill stood upon the hill, proud to look at, and it was proud too.
    "I am not proud at all," it said, "but I am very much enlightened within and without. I have sun and moon for my outward use, and for inward use too; and into the bargain I have stearine candles, train oil lamps, and tallow candles. I may well say that I'm enlightened. I'm a thinking being, and so well constructed that it's quite delightful. I have a good millstone in my chest, and I have four wings that are placed outside my head, just beneath my hat. The birds have only two wings, and are obliged to carry them on their backs. I am a Dutchman by birth that may be seen by my figure -- a flying Dutchman. They are considered supernatural beings, I know, and yet I am quite natural. I have a gallery round my chest, and houseroom beneath it; that's where my thoughts dwell. My strongest thought, who rules and reigns, is called by others 'The Man in the Mill'. He knows what he wants, and is lord over the meal and the bran; but he has his companion too, and she calls herself 'Mother'. She is the very heart of me. She does not run about stupidly and awkwardly, for she knows what she wants, she knows how to begin a thing carefully, and to have her own way. She is my soft temper, and the father is my hard one. They are two, and yet one; they each call the other 'My half'. These two have some little boys, young thoughts, that can grow.
