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Bernard
’
s
other
victim
-
friend
was
Helmholtz
.
When
,
discomfited
,
he
came
and
asked
once
more
for
the
friendship
which
,
in
his
prosperity
,
he
had
not
thought
it
worth
his
while
to
preserve
.
Helmholtz
gave
it
;
and
gave
it
without
a
reproach
,
without
a
comment
,
as
though
he
had
forgotten
that
there
had
ever
been
a
quarrel
.
Touched
,
Bernard
felt
himself
at
the
same
time
humiliated
by
this
magnanimity
–
a
magnanimity
the
more
extraordinary
and
therefore
the
more
humiliating
in
that
it
owed
nothing
to
soma
and
everything
to
Helmholtz
’
s
character
.
It
was
the
Helmholtz
of
daily
life
who
forgot
and
forgave
,
not
the
Helmholtz
of
a
half
-
gramme
holiday
.
Bernard
was
duly
grateful
(
it
was
an
enormous
comfort
to
have
his
friend
again
)
and
also
duly
resentful
(
it
would
be
pleasure
to
take
some
revenge
on
Helmholtz
for
his
generosity
)
.
At
their
first
meeting
after
the
estrangement
,
Bernard
poured
out
the
tale
of
his
miseries
and
accepted
consolation
.
It
was
not
till
some
days
later
that
he
learned
,
to
his
surprise
and
with
a
twinge
of
shame
,
that
he
was
not
the
only
one
who
had
been
in
trouble
.
Helmholtz
had
also
come
into
conflict
with
Authority
.
"
It
was
over
some
rhymes
,
"
he
explained
.
"
I
was
giving
my
usual
course
of
Advanced
Emotional
Engineering
for
Third
Year
Students
.
Twelve
lectures
,
of
which
the
seventh
is
about
rhymes
.
’
On
the
Use
of
Rhymes
in
Moral
Propaganda
and
Advertisement
,
’
to
be
precise
.
I
always
illustrate
my
lecture
with
a
lot
of
technical
examples
.
This
time
I
thought
I
’
d
give
them
one
I
’
d
just
written
myself
.
Pure
madness
,
of
course
;
but
I
couldn
’
t
resist
it
.
"
He
laughed
.
"
I
was
curious
to
see
what
their
reactions
would
be
.
Besides
,
"
he
added
more
gravely
,
"
I
wanted
to
do
a
bit
of
propaganda
;
I
was
trying
to
engineer
them
into
feeling
as
I
’
d
felt
when
I
wrote
the
rhymes
.
Ford
!
"
He
laughed
again
.
"
What
an
outcry
there
was
!
The
Principal
had
me
up
and
threatened
to
hand
me
the
immediate
sack
.
l
’
m
a
marked
man
.
"
"
But
what
were
your
rhymes
?
"
Bernard
asked
.
"
They
were
about
being
alone
.
"
Bernard
’
s
eyebrows
went
up
.
"
I
’
ll
recite
them
to
you
,
if
you
like
.
"
And
Helmholtz
began
:
"
Yesterday
’
s
committee
,
Sticks
,
but
a
broken
drum
,
Midnight
in
the
City
,
Flutes
in
a
vacuum
,
Shut
lips
,
sleeping
faces
,
Every
stopped
machine
,
The
dumb
and
littered
places
Where
crowds
have
been
:
.
.
.
All
silences
rejoice
,
