The rare, strange thing is to hit the mark; the gross, ob­vi­ous thing is to miss it. We feel it is ep­ical when man with one wild ar­row strikes a dis­tant bird. Is it not also ep­ical when man with one wild en­gine strikes a dis­tant sta­tion? Chaos is dull; be­cause in chaos the train might in­deed go any­where, to Baker Street or to Bag­dad. But man is a ma­gi­cian, and his whole ma­gic is in this, that he does say Vict­oria, and lo! it is Vict­oria.