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My finest sense detected no aroma of purity and principle; but I saw only a fungus that had fattened and spread in a night. They went to the theatres to see actors upon the stage. I went to see actors in the boxes, so consummately cunning, that others did not know they were acting, and they did not suspect it themselves. MY FINEST SENSE DETECTED NO AROMA OF PURITY AND PRINCIPLE BUT I SAW ONLY A FUNGUS THAT HAD FATTENED AND SPREAD IN A NIGHT THEY WENT TO THE THEATRES TO SEE ACTORS UPON THE STAGE I WENT TO SEE ACTORS IN THE BOXES SO CONSUMMATELY CUNNING THAT OTHERS DID NOT KNOW THEY WERE ACTING AND THEY DID NOT SUSPECT IT THEMSELVES
ying with the long hair of her boy in the soft West India morning. Perhaps it was only the natural relief of expressing a pent-up sorrow. When he spoke again, it was with the old subdued tone, and the air of quaint solemnity. "These things were matters of long, long ago, and I came to this country soon after. I brought with me, premature age, a past of melancholy memories, and the magic spectacles. I had become their slave. I had nothing more to fear. Having seen myself, I was compelled to see others, properly to understand my relations to them. The lights that cheer the future of other men had gone out for me; my eyes were those of an exile turned backwards upon the receding shore, and not forwards with hope upon the ocean. "I mingled with men, but with little pleasure. There are but many varieties of a few types. I did not find those I came to clearer-sighted than those I had left behind. I heard men called shrewd and wise, and report said they were highly intelligent and successful. HAND OF HIS MOTHER PLAYING WITH THE LONG HAIR OF HER BOY IN THE SOFT WEST INDIA MORNING PERHAPS IT WAS ONLY THE NATURAL RELIEF OF EXPRESSING A PENT UP SORROW WHEN HE SPOKE AGAIN IT WAS WITH THE OLD SUBDUED TONE AND THE AIR OF QUAINT SOLEMNITY THESE THINGS WERE MATTERS OF LONG LONG AGO AND I CAME TO THIS COUNTRY SOON AFTER I BROUGHT WITH ME PREMATURE AGE A PAST OF MELANCHOLY MEMORIES AND THE MAGIC SPECTACLES I HAD BECOME THEIR SLAVE I HAD NOTHING MORE TO FEAR HAVING SEEN MYSELF I WAS COMPELLED TO SEE OTHERS PROPERLY TO UNDERSTAND MY RELATIONS TO THEM THE LIGHTS THAT CHEER THE FUTURE OF OTHER MEN HAD GONE OUT FOR ME MY EYES WERE THOSE OF AN EXILE TURNED BACKWARDS UPON THE RECEDING SHORE AND NOT FORWARDS WITH HOPE UPON THE OCEAN I MINGLED WITH MEN BUT WITH LITTLE PLEASURE THERE ARE BUT MANY VARIETIES OF A FEW TYPES I DID NOT FIND THOSE I CAME TO CLEARER SIGHTED THAN THOSE I HAD LEFT BEHIND I HEARD MEN CALLED SHREWD AND WISE AND REPORTS SAID THAT THEY WERE HIGHLY INTELLIGENT AND SUCCESSFUL
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