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"
Why
are
you
concerned
about
my
comfort
?
"
"
I
’
m
not
,
"
I
retorted
,
"
but
only
about
my
own
.
It
makes
me
uncomfortable
to
see
someone
sit
on
an
uncomfortable
chair
.
"
He
chuckled
,
but
did
not
move
.
He
smoked
on
in
silence
,
taking
no
further
notice
of
me
,
and
apparently
was
absorbed
in
thought
.
I
wondered
why
he
had
come
.
Until
long
habit
has
blunted
the
sensibility
,
there
is
something
disconcerting
to
the
writer
in
the
instinct
which
causes
him
to
take
an
interest
in
the
singularities
of
human
nature
so
absorbing
that
his
moral
sense
is
powerless
against
it
.
He
recognises
in
himself
an
artistic
satisfaction
in
the
contemplation
of
evil
which
a
little
startles
him
;
but
sincerity
forces
him
to
confess
that
the
disapproval
he
feels
for
certain
actions
is
not
nearly
so
strong
as
his
curiosity
in
their
reasons
.
The
character
of
a
scoundrel
,
logical
and
complete
,
has
a
fascination
for
his
creator
which
is
an
outrage
to
law
and
order
.
I
expect
that
Shakespeare
devised
Iago
with
a
gusto
which
he
never
knew
when
,
weaving
moonbeams
with
his
fancy
,
he
imagined
Desdemona
.
It
may
be
that
in
his
rogues
the
writer
gratifies
instincts
deep
-
rooted
in
him
,
which
the
manners
and
customs
of
a
civilised
world
have
forced
back
to
the
mysterious
recesses
of
the
subconscious
.
In
giving
to
the
character
of
his
invention
flesh
and
bones
he
is
giving
life
to
that
part
of
himself
which
finds
no
other
means
of
expression
.
His
satisfaction
is
a
sense
of
liberation
.
The
writer
is
more
concerned
to
know
than
to
judge
.
There
was
in
my
soul
a
perfectly
genuine
horror
of
Strickland
,
and
side
by
side
with
it
a
cold
curiosity
to
discover
his
motives
.
I
was
puzzled
by
him
,
and
I
was
eager
to
see
how
he
regarded
the
tragedy
he
had
caused
in
the
lives
of
people
who
had
used
him
with
so
much
kindness
.
I
applied
the
scalpel
boldly
.
"
Stroeve
told
me
that
picture
you
painted
of
his
wife
was
the
best
thing
you
’
ve
ever
done
.
"
Strickland
took
his
pipe
out
of
his
mouth
,
and
a
smile
lit
up
his
eyes
.
"
It
was
great
fun
to
do
.
"
