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"
There
is
some
mystery
about
you
Lucio
;
"
--
I
said
--
"
Some
grief
or
loss
that
your
wealth
can
not
repair
--
and
that
makes
you
the
strange
being
you
are
.
One
day
perhaps
you
will
confide
in
me
...
"
He
laughed
loudly
--
almost
fiercely
;
--
and
clapped
me
heavily
on
the
shoulder
.
"
I
will
!
"
he
said
--
"
I
will
tell
you
my
history
!
And
you
,
excellent
agnostic
as
you
are
,
shall
'
minister
to
a
mind
diseased
,
'
and
'
pluck
out
the
memory
of
a
rooted
sorrow
!
'
What
a
power
of
expression
there
was
in
Shakespeare
,
the
uncrowned
but
actual
King
of
England
!
Not
the
'
rooted
sorrow
'
alone
was
to
be
'
plucked
out
'
but
the
very
'
memory
'
of
it
.
The
apparently
simple
line
holds
complex
wisdom
;
no
doubt
the
poet
knew
,
or
instinctively
guessed
the
most
terrible
fact
in
all
the
Universe
...
"
"
And
what
is
that
?
"
"
The
eternal
consciousness
of
Memory
--
"
he
replied
--
"
God
can
not
forget
--
and
in
consequence
of
this
,
His
creatures
may
not
!
"
I
forbore
to
reply
,
but
I
suppose
my
face
betrayed
my
thoughts
,
for
the
cynical
smile
I
knew
so
well
played
round
his
mouth
as
he
looked
at
me
.
"
I
go
beyond
your
patience
,
do
I
not
!
"
he
said
,
laughing
again
--
"
When
I
mention
God
--
who
is
declared
by
certain
scientists
to
be
non-existent
except
as
a
blind
,
indifferent
natural
Force
or
Atom-producer
;
--
you
are
bored
!
I
can
see
that
at
a
glance
.
Pray
forgive
me
!
Let
us
resume
our
tour
of
inspection
through
this
charming
abode
.
You
will
be
very
difficult
to
satisfy
if
you
are
not
a
very
emperor
of
contentment
here
;
--
with
a
beautiful
wife
and
plenty
of
cash
,
you
can
well
afford
to
give
fame
the
go-by
.
"
"
I
may
win
it
yet
!
"
I
said
hopefully
--
"
In
this
place
,
I
feel
I
could
write
something
worthy
of
being
written
.
"
"
Good
!
The
'
divine
flutterings
'
of
winged
thoughts
are
in
your
brain
!
Apollo
grant
them
strength
to
fly
!
And
now
let
us
have
luncheon
--
afterwards
we
shall
have
time
to
take
a
stroll
.
"
In
the
dining-room
I
found
an
elegant
repast
prepared
,
which
rather
surprised
me
,
as
I
had
given
no
orders
,
having
indeed
forgotten
to
do
so
.
Lucio
however
had
,
it
appeared
,
not
forgotten
,
and
an
advance
telegram
from
him
had
placed
certain
caterers
at
Leamington
on
their
mettle
,
with
the
result
that
we
sat
down
to
a
feast
as
delicate
and
luxurious
as
any
two
epicures
could
desire
.
