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"Then have I, too, seen many pictures of life," he began; "pictures not painted, but seen with the eyes. I have looked at them like through the window at the man writing the letter. I have seen many pieces of life, without beginning, without end, without understanding." THEN HAVE I TOO SEEN MANY PICTURES OF LIFE HE BEGAN PICTURES NOT PAINTED BUT SEEN WITH THE EYES I HAVE LOOKED AT THEM LIKE THROUGH THE WINDOW AT THE MAN WRITING THE LETTER I HAVE SEEN MANY PIECES OF LIFE WITHOUT BEGINNING WITHOUT END WITHOUT UNDERSTANDING
I cried triumphantly. "It is the last turn, but the cards are not yet turned. In the picture they will never be turned. Nobody will ever know who wins nor who loses." "And the men will sit there and never talk," he said, wonder and awe growing in his face. "And the lookout will lean forward, and the blood will be warm in the face of the dealer. It is a strange thing. Always will they sit there, always; and the cards will never be turned." "It is a picture," I said. "It is life. You have seen things like it yourself." He looked at me and pondered, then said, very slowly: "No, as you say, there is no end to it. Nobody will ever know the end. Yet is it a true thing. I have seen it. It is life." For a long time he smoked on in silence, weighing the pictorial wisdom of the white man and verifying it by the facts of life. He nodded his head several times, and grunted once or twice. Then he knocked the ashes from his pipe, carefully refilled it, and after a thoughtful pause, lighted it again. CTURE I UNDERSTAND YET YOU DO NOT KNOW THE END I CRIED TRIUMPHANTLY IT IS THE LAST TURN BUT THE CARDS ARE NOT YET TURNED IN THE PICTURE THEY WILL NEVER BE TURNED NOBODY WILL EVER KNOW WHO WINS NOR WHO LOSES AND THE MEN WILL SIT THERE AND NEVER TALK HE SAID WONDER AND AWE GROWING IN HIS FACE AND THE LOOK OUT WILL LEAN FORWARD AND THE BLOOD WILL BE WARM IN THE FACE OF THE DEALER IT IS A STRANGE THING ALWAYS WILL THEY SIT THERE ALWAYS AND THE CARDS WILL NEVER BE TURNED IT IS A PICTURE I SAID IT IS LIFE YOU HAVE SEEN THINGS LIKE IT YOURSELF HE LOOKED AT ME AND PONDERED THEN SAID VERY SLOWLY NO AS YOU SAY THERE IS NO END TO IT NOBODY WILL EVER KNOW THE END YET IT IS A TRUE THING I HAVE SEEN IT IT IS LIFE FOR A LONG TIME HE SMOKED ON IN SILENCE WEIGHING THE PICTORIAL WISDOM OF THE WHITE MAN AND VERIFYING IT BY THE FACTS OF LIFE HE NODDED HIS HEAD SEVERAL TIMES AND GRUNTED ONCE OR TWICE THEN HE KNOCKED THE ASHES FROM HIS PIPE CAREFULLY REFILLED IT AND AFTER A THOUGHTFUL PAUSE LIGHTED IT AGAIN
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