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Presley
,
curious
to
see
the
painting
that
was
the
subject
of
so
much
discussion
,
had
left
the
group
in
the
round
window
,
and
stood
close
by
Hartrath
,
craning
his
head
over
the
shoulders
of
the
crowd
,
trying
to
catch
a
glimpse
of
the
reddish
cows
,
the
milk
-
maid
and
the
blue
painted
foothills
.
He
was
suddenly
aware
of
Cedarquist
’
s
voice
in
his
ear
,
and
,
turning
about
,
found
himself
face
to
face
with
the
manufacturer
,
his
wife
and
his
two
daughters
.
There
was
a
meeting
.
Salutations
were
exchanged
,
Presley
shaking
hands
all
around
,
expressing
his
delight
at
seeing
his
old
friends
once
more
,
for
he
had
known
the
family
from
his
boyhood
,
Mrs
.
Cedarquist
being
his
aunt
.
Mrs
.
Cedarquist
and
her
two
daughters
declared
that
the
air
of
Los
Muertos
must
certainly
have
done
him
a
world
of
good
.
He
was
stouter
,
there
could
be
no
doubt
of
it
.
A
little
pale
,
perhaps
.
He
was
fatiguing
himself
with
his
writing
,
no
doubt
.
Ah
,
he
must
take
care
.
Health
was
everything
,
after
all
.
Had
he
been
writing
any
more
verse
?
Every
month
they
scanned
the
magazines
,
looking
for
his
name
.
Mrs
.
Cedarquist
was
a
fashionable
woman
,
the
president
or
chairman
of
a
score
of
clubs
.
She
was
forever
running
after
fads
,
appearing
continually
in
the
society
wherein
she
moved
with
new
and
astounding
proteges
—
fakirs
whom
she
unearthed
no
one
knew
where
,
discovering
them
long
in
advance
of
her
companions
.
Now
it
was
a
Russian
Countess
,
with
dirty
finger
nails
,
who
travelled
throughout
America
and
borrowed
money
;
now
an
Aesthete
who
possessed
a
wonderful
collection
of
topaz
gems
,
who
submitted
decorative
schemes
for
the
interior
arrangement
of
houses
and
who
“
received
”
in
Mrs
.
Cedarquist
’
s
drawing
-
rooms
dressed
in
a
white
velvet
cassock
;
now
a
widow
of
some
Mohammedan
of
Bengal
or
Rajputana
,
who
had
a
blue
spot
in
the
middle
of
her
forehead
and
who
solicited
contributions
for
her
sisters
in
affliction
;
now
a
certain
bearded
poet
,
recently
back
from
the
Klondike
;
now
a
decayed
musician
who
had
been
ejected
from
a
young
ladies
’
musical
conservatory
of
Europe
because
of
certain
surprising
pamphlets
on
free
love
,
and
who
had
come
to
San
Francisco
to
introduce
the
community
to
the
music
of
Brahms
;
now
a
Japanese
youth
who
wore
spectacles
and
a
grey
flannel
shirt
and
who
,
at
intervals
,
delivered
himself
of
the
most
astonishing
poems
,
vague
,
unrhymed
,
unmetrical
lucubrations
,
incoherent
,
bizarre
;
now
a
Christian
Scientist
,
a
lean
,
grey
woman
,
whose
creed
was
neither
Christian
nor
scientific
;
now
a
university
professor
,
with
the
bristling
beard
of
an
anarchist
chief
-
of
-
section
,
and
a
roaring
,
guttural
voice
,
whose
intenseness
left
him
gasping
and
apoplectic
;
now
a
civilised
Cherokee
with
a
mission
;
now
a
female
elocutionist
,
whose
forte
was
Byron
’
s
Songs
of
Greece
;
now
a
high
caste
Chinaman
;
now
a
miniature
painter
;
now
a
tenor
,
a
pianiste
,
a
mandolin
player
,
a
missionary
,
a
drawing
master
,
a
virtuoso
,
a
collector
,
an
Armenian
,
a
botanist
with
a
new
flower
,
a
critic
with
a
new
theory
,
a
doctor
with
a
new
treatment
.
And
all
these
people
had
a
veritable
mania
for
declamation
and
fancy
dress
.
The
Russian
Countess
gave
talks
on
the
prisons
of
Siberia
,
wearing
the
headdress
and
pinchbeck
ornaments
of
a
Slav
bride
;
the
Aesthete
,
in
his
white
cassock
,
gave
readings
on
obscure
questions
of
art
and
ethics
.
The
widow
of
India
,
in
the
costume
of
her
caste
,
described
the
social
life
of
her
people
at
home
.
The
bearded
poet
,
perspiring
in
furs
and
boots
of
reindeer
skin
,
declaimed
verses
of
his
own
composition
about
the
wild
life
of
the
Alaskan
mining
camps
.
The
Japanese
youth
,
in
the
silk
robes
of
the
Samurai
two
-
sworded
nobles
,
read
from
his
own
works
—
“
The
flat
-
bordered
earth
,
nailed
down
at
night
,
rusting
under
the
darkness
,
”
“
The
brave
,
upright
rains
that
came
down
like
errands
from
iron
-
bodied
yore
-
time
.
”
The
Christian
Scientist
,
in
funereal
,
impressive
black
,
discussed
the
contra
-
will
and
pan
-
psychic
hylozoism
.
The
university
professor
put
on
a
full
dress
suit
and
lisle
thread
gloves
at
three
in
the
afternoon
and
before
literary
clubs
and
circles
bellowed
extracts
from
Goethe
and
Schiler
in
the
German
,
shaking
his
fists
,
purple
with
vehemence
.
The
Cherokee
,
arrayed
in
fringed
buckskin
and
blue
beads
,
rented
from
a
costumer
,
intoned
folk
songs
of
his
people
in
the
vernacular
.
The
elocutionist
in
cheese
-
cloth
toga
and
tin
bracelets
,
rendered
“
The
Isles
of
Greece
,
where
burning
Sappho
loved
and
sung
.
”
The
Chinaman
,
in
the
robes
of
a
mandarin
,
lectured
on
Confucius
.
The
Armenian
,
in
fez
and
baggy
trousers
,
spoke
of
the
Unspeakable
Turk
.
The
mandolin
player
,
dressed
like
a
bull
fighter
,
held
musical
conversaziones
,
interpreting
the
peasant
songs
of
Andalusia
.
It
was
the
Fake
,
the
eternal
,
irrepressible
Sham
;
glib
,
nimble
,
ubiquitous
,
tricked
out
in
all
the
paraphernalia
of
imposture
,
an
endless
defile
of
charlatans
that
passed
interminably
before
the
gaze
of
the
city
,
marshalled
by
“
lady
presidents
,
”
exploited
by
clubs
of
women
,
by
literary
societies
,
reading
circles
,
and
culture
organisations
.
The
attention
the
Fake
received
,
the
time
devoted
to
it
,
the
money
which
it
absorbed
,
were
incredible
.
It
was
all
one
that
impostor
after
impostor
was
exposed
;
it
was
all
one
that
the
clubs
,
the
circles
,
the
societies
were
proved
beyond
doubt
to
have
been
swindled
.
The
more
the
Philistine
press
of
the
city
railed
and
guyed
,
the
more
the
women
rallied
to
the
defence
of
their
protege
of
the
hour
.
That
their
favourite
was
persecuted
,
was
to
them
a
veritable
rapture
.
Promptly
they
invested
the
apostle
of
culture
with
the
glamour
of
a
martyr
.
The
fakirs
worked
the
community
as
shell
-
game
tricksters
work
a
county
fair
,
departing
with
bursting
pocket
-
books
,
passing
on
the
word
to
the
next
in
line
,
assured
that
the
place
was
not
worked
out
,
knowing
well
that
there
was
enough
for
all
.
More
frequently
the
public
of
the
city
,
unable
to
think
of
more
than
one
thing
at
one
time
,
prostrated
itself
at
the
feet
of
a
single
apostle
,
but
at
other
moments
,
such
as
the
present
,
when
a
Flower
Festival
or
a
Million
-
Dollar
Fair
aroused
enthusiasm
in
all
quarters
,
the
occasion
was
one
of
gala
for
the
entire
Fake
.
The
decayed
professors
,
virtuosi
,
litterateurs
,
and
artists
thronged
to
the
place
en
masse
.
Their
clamour
filled
all
the
air
.
