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"
But
what
made
him
draw
such
an
animal
?
"
"
Trade
gin
,
I
should
think
.
"
"
Oh
,
that
's
the
best
explanation
you
can
give
,
is
it
?
"
"
Well
,
sir
,
what
is
yours
?
"
"
The
obvious
one
that
the
creature
exists
.
That
is
actually
sketched
from
the
life
.
"
I
should
have
laughed
only
that
I
had
a
vision
of
our
doing
another
Catharine-wheel
down
the
passage
.
"
No
doubt
,
"
said
I
,
"
no
doubt
,
"
as
one
humors
an
imbecile
.
"
I
confess
,
however
,
"
I
added
,
"
that
this
tiny
human
figure
puzzles
me
.
If
it
were
an
Indian
we
could
set
it
down
as
evidence
of
some
pigmy
race
in
America
,
but
it
appears
to
be
a
European
in
a
sun-hat
.
"
The
Professor
snorted
like
an
angry
buffalo
.
"
You
really
touch
the
limit
,
"
said
he
.
"
You
enlarge
my
view
of
the
possible
.
Cerebral
paresis
!
Mental
inertia
!
Wonderful
!
"
He
was
too
absurd
to
make
me
angry
.
Indeed
,
it
was
a
waste
of
energy
,
for
if
you
were
going
to
be
angry
with
this
man
you
would
be
angry
all
the
time
.
I
contented
myself
with
smiling
wearily
.
"
It
struck
me
that
the
man
was
small
,
"
said
I.
"
Look
here
!
"
he
cried
,
leaning
forward
and
dabbing
a
great
hairy
sausage
of
a
finger
on
to
the
picture
.
"
You
see
that
plant
behind
the
animal
;
I
suppose
you
thought
it
was
a
dandelion
or
a
Brussels
sprout
--
what
?
Well
,
it
is
a
vegetable
ivory
palm
,
and
they
run
to
about
fifty
or
sixty
feet
.
Do
n't
you
see
that
the
man
is
put
in
for
a
purpose
?
He
could
n't
really
have
stood
in
front
of
that
brute
and
lived
to
draw
it
.
