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I
said
rather
desperately
,
"
I
just
feel
I
’
d
enjoy
it
more
if
I
knew
what
it
all
meant
.
"
Then
it
was
as
if
I
had
said
something
that
really
pleased
him
.
He
turned
and
gave
me
a
smile
,
took
my
arm
again
.
We
strolled
back
to
the
table
.
"
My
dear
Nicholas
,
man
has
been
saying
what
you
have
just
said
for
the
last
ten
thousand
years
.
And
the
one
common
feature
of
all
those
gods
he
has
said
it
to
is
that
not
one
of
them
has
ever
returned
an
answer
.
"
"
Gods
don
’
t
exist
to
answer
.
You
do
.
"
"
In
this
respect
treat
me
as
if
I
did
not
exist
.
"
I
sneaked
a
look
at
his
bald
,
saturnine
profile
.
I
said
quietly
,
"
Why
me
?
"
He
stopped
us
.
"
Why
anyone
?
Why
anything
?
"
I
gestured
to
the
east
.
"
All
this
…
just
to
give
me
a
lesson
in
theology
?
"
He
was
pointing
to
the
sky
.
"
I
think
we
would
both
agree
that
any
god
who
created
all
this
just
to
give
us
a
lesson
in
theology
was
gravely
lacking
in
both
humor
and
imagination
.
"
We
came
to
the
table
and
sat
down
.
He
left
a
long
pause
.
"
You
are
perfectly
free
to
return
to
your
school
if
you
wish
.
Perhaps
it
would
be
wiser
.
"
"
And
weaker
.
"
I
smiled
at
him
.
"
Your
rules
.
"
He
eyed
me
,
as
if
he
was
half
inclined
to
send
me
away
.
I
reminded
him
that
he
had
never
finished
his
story
.
"
Very
well
.
Let
us
have
a
little
more
brandy
first
.
"
I
got
up
and
fetched
the
bottle
from
beside
the
lamp
and
poured
some
.
He
sipped
it
,
and
then
,
after
a
gathering
pause
,
went
on
.
"
I
was
going
to
tell
you
more
of
him
.
But
no
matter
now
.
Let
us
jump
to
the
climax
,
To
the
moment
when
the
gods
lost
patience
with
his
hubris
.
"
Whenever
I
see
a
photograph
of
a
teeming
horde
of
Chinese
peasants
,
or
of
some
military
procession
,
whenever
I
see
a
cheap
newspaper
crammed
with
advertisements
for
mass
-
produced
rubbish
.
Or
the
rubbish
itself
that
large
stores
sell
.
Whenever
I
see
the
horrors
of
the
pax
Americana
,
of
civilizations
condemned
to
century
after
century
of
mediocrity
because
of
overpopulation
and
undereducation
,
I
see
also
de
Deukans
.
Whenever
I
see
lack
of
space
and
lack
of
grace
,
I
think
of
him
.
One
day
,
many
millennia
from
now
,
there
will
perhaps
be
a
world
in
which
there
are
only
such
châteaux
,
or
their
equivalents
,
and
such
men
and
women
.
And
instead
of
their
having
to
grow
,
like
mushrooms
,
from
a
putrescent
compost
of
inequality
and
exploitation
,
they
will
come
from
an
evolution
as
controlled
and
ordered
as
de
Deukans
’
s
tiny
world
at
Givray
-
le
-
Duc
.
Apollo
will
reign
again
.
And
Dionysus
will
return
to
the
shadows
from
which
he
came
.
"
Was
that
it
?
I
saw
the
Apollo
scene
in
a
different
light
.
Conchis
was
evidently
like
certain
modern
poets
;
he
tried
to
kill
ten
meanings
with
one
symbol
.
"
One
day
one
of
his
servants
introduced
a
girl
into
the
château
.
De
Deukans
heard
a
woman
laughing
.
I
do
not
know
how
…
perhaps
an
open
window
,
perhaps
she
was
a
little
drunk
.
He
sent
to
find
out
who
had
dared
to
bring
a
real
mistress
into
his
world
.
It
was
one
of
the
chauffeurs
.
A
man
of
the
machine
age
.
He
was
dismissed
.
Soon
afterwards
de
Deukans
went
to
Italy
on
a
visit
.
"
One
night
at
Givray
-
le
-
Duc
the
majordomo
smelt
smoke
.
He
went
to
look
.
The
whole
of
one
wing
and
the
center
portion
of
the
château
was
on
fire
.
Most
of
the
servants
were
away
at
their
homes
in
the
neighboring
villages
.
The
few
who
were
sleeping
at
the
château
started
to
carry
buckets
of
water
to
the
mass
of
flames
.
An
attempt
was
made
to
telephone
for
the
pompiers
,
but
the
line
had
been
cut
.
When
they
finally
arrived
,
it
was
too
late
.
Every
painting
was
shriveled
,
every
book
ashes
,
every
piece
of
porcelain
twisted
and
smashed
,
every
coin
melted
,
every
exquisite
instrument
,
every
piece
of
furniture
,
each
automaton
,
even
Mirabelle
,
charred
to
nothingness
.
All
that
was
left
were
parts
of
the
walls
and
the
eternally
irreparable
.
"
I
was
also
abroad
at
the
time
,
De
Deukans
was
woken
somewhere
near
dawn
in
his
hotel
in
Florence
and
told
.
He
went
home
at
once
.
But
they
say
he
turned
back
before
he
got
to
the
still
smoldering
remains
.
As
soon
as
he
was
near
enough
to
realize
what
the
fire
had
done
.
A
fortnight
later
he
was
found
dead
in
his
bedroom
in
Paris
.
He
had
taken
an
enormous
quantity
of
drugs
.
His
valet
told
me
that
he
was
found
with
a
smile
on
his
face
.
"
I
returned
to
France
a
month
after
his
funeral
.
My
mother
was
in
South
America
and
I
did
not
hear
what
had
happened
till
my
return
.
One
day
I
was
asked
to
go
and
see
his
lawyers
.
I
thought
he
might
have
left
me
a
harpsichord
.
So
he
had
.
Indeed
,
all
his
surviving
harpsichords
.
And
also
…
but
perhaps
you
have
guessed
.
"
He
paused
,
as
if
to
let
me
guess
,
but
I
said
nothing
.
"
By
no
means
all
his
fortune
,
but
what
was
,
in
those
days
,
to
a
young
man
still
dependent
on
his
mother
,
a
fortune
.
At
first
I
could
not
believe
it
.
I
knew
that
he
had
liked
me
,
that
he
had
come
perhaps
to
look
on
me
rather
as
an
uncle
on
a
nephew
.
But
so
much
money
.
And
so
much
hazard
.
Because
I
played
one
day
with
opened
windows
.
Because
a
peasant
girl
laughed
too
loud
…
all
hazard
.
The
world
began
in
hazard
.
And
will
end
in
it
.
Though
I
should
in
any
case
have
been
rich
.
My
father
was
hardly
poor
.
When
o
Pap
pous
died
in
1924
he
also
left
everything
to
my
mother
.
And
he
was
very
far
from
poor
.
But
I
promised
to
tell
you
the
words
de
Deukans
also
left
me
,
with
his
money
and
his
memory
.
No
message
.
But
one
fragment
of
Latin
.
I
have
never
been
able
to
trace
its
source
.
It
sounds
Greek
.
Ionian
or
Alexandrian
.
It
was
this
.
Utram
bibis
?
Aquam
an
undam
?
Which
are
you
drinking
?
The
water
or
the
wave
?
"
"
He
drank
the
wave
?
"
"
We
all
drink
both
.
But
he
meant
the
question
should
always
be
asked
.
It
is
not
a
precept
.
But
a
mirror
.
"
I
thought
;
could
not
decide
which
I
was
drinking
.
"
What
happened
to
the
man
who
set
fire
to
the
house
?
"
"
The
law
had
its
revenge
.
"
"
And
you
went
on
living
in
Paris
?
"
"
I
still
have
his
apartment
.
And
the
instruments
he
kept
there
are
now
in
my
own
château
in
the
Auvergne
.
"
"
Did
you
discover
where
his
money
came
from
?
"
"
He
had
large
estates
in
Belgium
.
Investments
in
France
and
Germany
.
But
the
great
bulk
of
his
money
was
in
various
enterprises
in
the
Congo
.
Givray
-
le
-
Duc
,
like
the
Parthenon
,
was
built
on
a
heart
of
darkness
.
"
"
Is
Bourani
built
on
it
?
"
"
Would
you
leave
at
once
if
I
said
it
was
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Then
you
have
no
right
to
ask
"
He
smiled
,
as
if
to
tell
me
not
to
take
him
too
seriously
,
and
stood
up
,
as
if
to
nip
any
further
argument
in
the
bud
.
"
To
bed
now
.
Take
your
envelope
.
"
He
led
the
way
through
to
my
room
,
and
lit
my
lamp
,
and
wished
me
good
night
.
But
in
his
own
door
he
turned
and
looked
back
towards
me
.
For
once
his
face
showed
a
moment
’
s
doubt
,
a
glimpse
of
a
lasting
uncertainty
.
"
The
water
or
the
wave
?
"
Then
he
went
.
I
waited
.
I
went
to
the
window
.
I
sat
on
the
bed
.
I
lay
on
the
bed
.
I
went
to
the
window
again
.
In
the
end
I
began
to
read
the
two
pamphlets
.
Both
were
in
French
,
and
the
first
had
evidently
once
been
pinned
up
;
there
were
holes
and
rustmarks
.
THE
SOCIETY
FOR
REASONWe
,
doctors
and
students
of
the
faculties
of
medicine
of
the
universities
of
France
,
declare
that
we
believe
:
1
.
Mankind
can
progress
only
by
using
his
reason
.
2
.
The
first
duty
of
science
is
to
eradicate
unreason
,
in
whatever
form
,
from
public
and
international
affairs
.
3
.
Adherence
to
reason
is
more
important
than
adherence
to
any
other
ethos
whatever
,
whether
it
be
of
family
,
caste
,
country
,
race
or
religion
.
4
.
The
only
frontier
of
reason
is
the
human
frontier
;
all
other
frontiers
are
signs
of
unreason
.
5
.
The
world
can
never
be
better
than
the
countries
that
constitute
it
,
and
the
countries
can
never
be
better
than
the
individuals
that
constitute
them
.
6
.
It
is
the
duty
of
all
who
agree
with
these
statements
to
join
the
Society
for
Reason
.
—
—
—
—
—
Membership
of
the
Society
is
obtained
by
signing
the
formula
below
.
1
.
I
promise
to
give
one
-
tenth
of
my
annual
income
to
the
Society
for
Reason
for
the
furtherance
of
its
aims
.
2
.
I
promise
to
introduce
reason
at
all
times
and
places
into
my
own
life
.
3
.
I
shall
never
obey
unreason
,
whatever
the
consequences
;
I
shall
never
remain
silent
or
inactive
in
front
of
it
.
4
.
I
recognize
that
the
doctor
is
the
spearhead
of
humanity
.
I
shall
do
my
utmost
to
understand
my
own
physiology
and
psychology
,
and
to
control
my
life
rationally
according
to
those
knowledges
.
5
.
I
solemnly
acknowledge
that
my
first
duty
is
always
to
reason
.
—
—
—
—
—
Brother
and
sister
human
beings
,
we
appeal
to
you
to
join
in
the
struggle
against
the
forces
of
unreason
that
caused
the
blood
-
dementia
of
the
last
decade
.
Help
to
make
our
society
powerful
in
the
world
against
the
conspiracies
of
the
priests
and
the
politicians
.
Our
society
will
one
day
be
the
greatest
in
the
history
of
the
human
race
.
Join
it
now
.
Be
among
the
first
who
saw
,
who
joined
,
who
stood
!
Across
the
last
paragraph
someone
a
long
time
before
had
scrawled
the
word
merde
.
Both
text
and
comment
,
in
view
of
what
had
happened
since
1920
,
seemed
to
me
pathetic
;
like
two
little
boys
caught
fighting
at
the
time
of
an
atomic
explosion
.
We
were
equally
tired
,
in
midcentury
,
of
cold
sanity
and
hot
blasphemy
;
of
the
overcerebral
and
of
the
overfecal
;
the
way
out
lay
somewhere
else
.
Words
had
lost
their
power
,
either
for
good
or
for
evil
;
still
hung
,
like
a
mist
,
over
the
reality
of
action
,
distorting
,
misleading
,
castrating
;
but
at
least
since
Hitler
and
Hiroshima
they
were
seen
to
be
a
mist
,
a
flimsy
superstructure
.
I
listened
to
the
house
and
the
night
outside
.
Silence
;
and
turned
to
the
other
,
bound
,
pamphlet
.
Once
again
,
the
cheap
browning
paper
and
the
old
-
fashioned
type
showed
it
to
be
unmistakably
a
genuine
prewar
relic
.
ON
COMMUNICATION
WITH
OTHER
WORLDSTo
arrive
at
even
the
nearest
stars
man
would
have
to
travel
for
millions
of
years
at
the
speed
of
light
.
Even
if
we
had
the
means
to
travel
at
the
speed
of
light
we
could
not
go
to
,
and
return
from
,
any
other
inhabited
area
of
the
universe
in
any
one
lifetime
;
nor
can
we
communicate
by
other
scientific
means
,
such
as
some
gigantic
heliograph
or
by
radio
waves
.
We
are
f
orever
isolated
,
or
so
it
appears
,
in
our
little
bubble
of
time
.
How
futile
all
our
excitement
over
airplanes
!
How
stupid
this
fictional
literature
by
writers
like
Verne
and
Wells
about
the
peculiar
beings
that
inhabit
other
planets
!
But
it
is
without
doubt
that
there
are
other
planets
round
other
stars
,
that
life
obeys
universal
norms
,
and
that
in
the
cosmos
there
are
beings
who
have
evolved
in
the
same
way
and
with
the
same
aspirations
as
ourselves
.
Are
we
then
condemned
never
to
communicate
with
them
?
Only
one
method
of
communication
is
not
dependent
on
time
.
Some
deny
that
it
exists
.
But
there
are
many
cases
,
reliably
guaranteed
by
reputable
and
scientific
witnesses
,
of
thoughts
being
communicated
at
PRECISELY
THE
MOMENT
they
were
conceived
.
Among
certain
primitive
cultures
,
such
as
the
Lapp
,
this
phenomenon
is
so
frequent
,
so
accepted
,
that
it
is
used
as
a
matter
of
everyday
convenience
,
as
we
in
France
use
the
telegraph
or
telephone
.
Not
all
powers
have
to
be
discovered
;
some
have
to
be
regained
.
This
is
the
only
means
we
shall
ever
have
of
communicating
with
mankind
in
other
worlds
.
Sic
itur
ad
astra
.
This
potential
simultaneity
of
awareness
in
conscious
beings
operates
as
the
pantograph
does
.
As
the
hand
draws
,
the
copy
is
made
.
The
writer
of
this
pamphlet
is
not
a
spiritualist
and
is
not
interested
in
spiritualism
.
He
has
for
some
years
been
investigating
telepathic
and
other
phenomena
on
the
fringe
of
normal
medical
science
.
His
interests
are
purely
scientific
.
He
repeats
that
he
does
not
believe
in
the
"
supernatural
"
;
in
Rosicrucianism
,
hermetism
,
and
other
such
aberrations
.
He
maintains
that
already
more
advanced
worlds
than
our
own
are
trying
to
communicate
with
us
,
and
that
a
whole
category
of
noble
and
beneficial
mental
behavior
,
which
appears
in
our
societies
as
good
conscience
,
humane
deeds
,
artistic
inspiration
,
scientific
genius
,
is
really
dictated
by
half
-
understood
telepathic
messages
from
other
worlds
.
He
believes
that
the
Muses
are
not
a
poetic
fiction
,
but
a
classical
insight
into
scientific
reality
we
moderns
should
do
well
to
investigate
.
He
pleads
for
more
public
money
and
cooperation
in
research
into
telepathy
and
allied
phenomena
;
above
all
he
pleads
for
more
scientists
in
this
field
.
Shortly
he
will
publish
direct
proof
of
the
feasibility
of
intercommunication
between
worlds
.
Watch
the
Parisian
press
for
an
announcement
.
I
had
never
had
a
telepathic
experience
in
my
life
,
and
I
thought
it
unlikely
I
should
start
with
Conchis
;
and
if
benevolent
gentlemen
from
other
worlds
were
feeding
good
deeds
and
artistic
genius
into
me
,
they
had
done
it
singularly
badly
—
and
not
only
for
me
,
for
most
of
the
age
I
was
born
into
.
On
the
other
hand
,
I
began
to
understand
why
Conchis
had
told
me
I
was
psychic
.
It
was
a
sort
of
softening
-
up
process
,
in
preparation
for
the
no
doubt
even
stranger
scene
that
would
take
place
in
the
masque
that
next
night
…
the
"
experiment
.
"
The
masque
,
the
masque
:
it
fascinated
and
irritated
me
,
like
an
obscure
poem
—
more
than
that
,
for
it
was
not
only
obscure
in
itself
,
but
doubly
obscure
in
why
it
had
even
been
"
written
.
"
During
the
evening
a
new
theory
had
occurred
to
me
:
that
Conchis
was
trying
to
recreate
some
lost
world
of
his
own
and
for
some
reason
I
was
cast
as
the
jeune
premier
in
it
,
his
younger
self
.
I
was
well
aware
that
during
that
day
our
relationship
had
changed
.
I
was
less
a
guest
;
and
he
was
far
less
a
host
.
A
different
kind
of
tension
had
arisen
,
mainly
because
there
were
things
in
him
that
I
could
not
relate
(
and
which
he
knew
and
intended
I
could
not
)
;
things
like
the
humanity
in
his
playing
of
Bach
,
in
certain
elements
in
his
autobiography
,
which
were
spoilt
,
undermined
,
by
his
perversity
and
malice
elsewhere
;
his
aggressive
defense
of
his
wealth
,
the
"
curious
"
books
and
objects
that
he
put
in
my
way
—
another
parallel
with
de
Deukans
—
and
now
the
myth
figures
in
the
night
,
with
all
their
abnormal
undertones
.
The
more
I
thought
about
it
,
the
more
I
suspected
the
authenticity
of
that
Belgian
count
—
or
at
any
rate
of
Conchis
’
s
account
of
him
.
He
was
no
more
than
a
stalking
-
horse
for
Conchis
himself
.
De
Deukans
had
a
symbolic
truth
,
perhaps
,
but
far
less
than
a
literal
one
.
Meanwhile
,
the
masque
was
letting
me
down
.
Silence
still
reigned
