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"
You
are
,
doubtless
,
acquainted
with
a
variety
of
languages
,
so
as
to
have
been
able
to
read
all
these
?
"
"
Yes
,
I
speak
five
of
the
modern
tongues
--
that
is
to
say
,
German
,
French
,
Italian
,
English
,
and
Spanish
;
by
the
aid
of
ancient
Greek
I
learned
modern
Greek
--
I
do
n't
speak
it
so
well
as
I
could
wish
,
but
I
am
still
trying
to
improve
myself
.
"
"
Improve
yourself
!
"
repeated
Dantes
;
"
why
,
how
can
you
manage
to
do
so
?
"
"
Why
,
I
made
a
vocabulary
of
the
words
I
knew
;
turned
,
returned
,
and
arranged
them
,
so
as
to
enable
me
to
express
my
thoughts
through
their
medium
.
I
know
nearly
one
thousand
words
,
which
is
all
that
is
absolutely
necessary
,
although
I
believe
there
are
nearly
one
hundred
thousand
in
the
dictionaries
.
I
can
not
hope
to
be
very
fluent
,
but
I
certainly
should
have
no
difficulty
in
explaining
my
wants
and
wishes
;
and
that
would
be
quite
as
much
as
I
should
ever
require
.
"
Stronger
grew
the
wonder
of
Dantes
,
who
almost
fancied
he
had
to
do
with
one
gifted
with
supernatural
powers
;
still
hoping
to
find
some
imperfection
which
might
bring
him
down
to
a
level
with
human
beings
,
he
added
,
"
Then
if
you
were
not
furnished
with
pens
,
how
did
you
manage
to
write
the
work
you
speak
of
?
"
"
I
made
myself
some
excellent
ones
,
which
would
be
universally
preferred
to
all
others
if
once
known
.
You
are
aware
what
huge
whitings
are
served
to
us
on
maigre
days
.
Well
,
I
selected
the
cartilages
of
the
heads
of
these
fishes
,
and
you
can
scarcely
imagine
the
delight
with
which
I
welcomed
the
arrival
of
each
Wednesday
,
Friday
,
and
Saturday
,
as
affording
me
the
means
of
increasing
my
stock
of
pens
;
for
I
will
freely
confess
that
my
historical
labors
have
been
my
greatest
solace
and
relief
.
While
retracing
the
past
,
I
forget
the
present
;
and
traversing
at
will
the
path
of
history
I
cease
to
remember
that
I
am
myself
a
prisoner
.
"
"
But
the
ink
,
"
said
Dantes
;
"
of
what
did
you
make
your
ink
?
"
"
There
was
formerly
a
fireplace
in
my
dungeon
,
"
replied
Faria
,
"
but
it
was
closed
up
long
ere
I
became
an
occupant
of
this
prison
Still
,
it
must
have
been
many
years
in
use
,
for
it
was
thickly
covered
with
a
coating
of
soot
;
this
soot
I
dissolved
in
a
portion
of
the
wine
brought
to
me
every
Sunday
,
and
I
assure
you
a
better
ink
can
not
be
desired
.
For
very
important
notes
,
for
which
closer
attention
is
required
,
I
pricked
one
of
my
fingers
,
and
wrote
with
my
own
blood
.
"
