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"
Not
at
present
.
My
dear
Tempest
,
do
not
let
either
the
Tokay
we
have
been
drinking
,
or
the
cognac
we
are
going
to
drink
,
speak
for
you
in
such
haste
!
I
assure
you
I
do
not
think
you
empty-headed
--
on
the
contrary
,
your
head
,
I
believe
from
what
I
have
heard
,
has
been
and
is
full
of
ideas
--
excellent
ideas
,
original
ideas
,
which
the
world
of
conventional
criticism
does
not
want
.
But
whether
these
ideas
will
continue
to
germinate
in
your
brain
,
or
whether
,
with
the
full
purse
,
they
will
cease
,
is
now
the
question
.
Great
originality
and
inspiration
,
strange
to
say
,
seldom
endow
the
millionaire
.
Inspiration
is
supposed
to
come
from
above
--
money
from
below
!
In
your
case
however
both
originality
and
inspiration
may
continue
to
flourish
and
bring
forth
fruit
--
I
trust
they
may
.
It
often
happens
,
nevertheless
that
when
bags
of
money
fall
to
the
lot
of
aspiring
genius
,
God
departs
and
the
devil
walks
in
.
Have
you
never
heard
that
?
"
"
Never
!
"
I
answered
smiling
.
"
Well
,
of
course
the
saying
is
foolish
,
and
sounds
doubly
ridiculous
in
this
age
when
people
believe
in
neither
God
nor
devil
.
It
implies
however
that
one
must
choose
an
up
or
a
down
--
genius
is
the
Up
,
money
is
the
Down
.
You
can
not
fly
and
grovel
at
the
same
instant
.
"
"
The
possession
of
money
is
not
likely
to
cause
a
man
to
grovel
"
--
I
said
--
"
It
is
the
one
thing
necessary
to
strengthen
his
soaring
powers
and
lift
him
to
the
greatest
heights
.
"
"
You
think
so
?
"
and
my
host
lit
his
cigar
with
a
grave
and
pre-occupied
air
--
"
Then
I
'm
afraid
,
you
do
n't
know
much
about
what
I
shall
call
natural
psychics
.
What
belongs
to
the
earth
tends
earthwards
--
surely
you
realize
that
?
Gold
most
strictly
belongs
to
the
earth
--
you
dig
it
out
of
the
ground
--
you
handle
it
and
dispose
of
it
in
solid
wedges
or
bars
--
it
is
a
substantial
metal
enough
.
Genius
belongs
to
nobody
knows
where
--
you
can
not
dig
it
up
or
pass
it
on
,
or
do
anything
with
it
except
stand
and
marvel
--
it
is
a
rare
visitant
and
capricious
as
the
wind
,
and
generally
makes
sad
havoc
among
the
conventionalities
of
men
.
It
is
as
I
said
an
'
upper
'
thing
,
beyond
earthly
smells
and
savours
--
and
those
who
have
it
always
live
in
unknown
high
latitudes
.
But
money
is
a
perfectly
level
commodity
--
level
with
the
ground
;
--
when
you
have
much
of
it
,
you
come
down
solidly
on
your
flat
soles
and
down
you
stay
!
"
I
laughed
.
"
Upon
my
word
you
preach
very
eloquently
against
wealth
!
"
I
said
--
"
You
yourself
are
unusually
rich
--
are
you
sorry
for
it
?
"
"
No
,
I
am
not
sorry
,
because
being
sorry
would
be
no
use
"
--
he
returned
--
"
And
I
never
waste
my
time
.
But
I
am
telling
you
the
truth
--
Genius
and
great
riches
hardly
ever
pull
together
.
Now
I
,
for
example
--
you
can
not
imagine
what
great
capabilities
I
had
once
!
--
a
long
time
ago
--
before
I
became
my
own
master
!
"
"
And
you
have
them
still
I
am
sure
"
--
I
averred
,
looking
expressively
at
his
noble
head
and
fine
eyes
.
The
strange
subtle
smile
I
had
noticed
once
or
twice
before
lightened
his
face
.
"
Ah
,
you
mean
to
compliment
me
!
"
he
said
--
"
You
like
my
looks
--
many
people
do
.
Yet
after
all
there
is
nothing
so
deceptive
as
one
's
outward
appearance
.
The
reason
of
this
is
that
as
soon
as
childhood
is
past
,
we
are
always
pretending
to
be
what
we
are
not
--
and
thus
,
with
constant
practice
from
our
youth
up
,
we
manage
to
make
our
physical
frames
complete
disguises
for
our
actual
selves
.
It
is
really
wise
and
clever
of
us
--
for
hence
each
individual
is
so
much
flesh-wall
through
which
neither
friend
nor
enemy
can
spy
.
Every
man
is
a
solitary
soul
imprisoned
in
a
self-made
den
--
when
he
is
quite
alone
he
knows
and
frequently
hates
himself
--
sometimes
he
even
gets
afraid
of
the
gaunt
and
murderous
monster
he
keeps
hidden
behind
his
outwardly
pleasant
body-mask
,
and
hastens
to
forget
its
frightful
existence
in
drink
and
debauchery
.
That
is
what
I
do
occasionally
--
you
would
not
think
it
of
me
,
would
you
?
"
