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Sooner
or
later
the
human
being
in
you
will
yearn
for
the
common
bonds
of
humanity
.
"
"
Come
and
look
at
my
pictures
.
"
"
Have
you
ever
thought
of
death
?
"
"
Why
should
I
?
It
doesn
’
t
matter
.
"
I
stared
at
him
.
He
stood
before
me
,
motionless
,
with
a
mocking
smile
in
his
eyes
;
but
for
all
that
,
for
a
moment
I
had
an
inkling
of
a
fiery
,
tortured
spirit
,
aiming
at
something
greater
than
could
be
conceived
by
anything
that
was
bound
up
with
the
flesh
.
I
had
a
fleeting
glimpse
of
a
pursuit
of
the
ineffable
.
I
looked
at
the
man
before
me
in
his
shabby
clothes
,
with
his
great
nose
and
shining
eyes
,
his
red
beard
and
untidy
hair
;
and
I
had
a
strange
sensation
that
it
was
only
an
envelope
,
and
I
was
in
the
presence
of
a
disembodied
spirit
.
"
Let
us
go
and
look
at
your
pictures
,
"
I
said
.
I
did
not
know
why
Strickland
had
suddenly
offered
to
show
them
to
me
.
I
welcomed
the
opportunity
.
A
man
’
s
work
reveals
him
.
In
social
intercourse
he
gives
you
the
surface
that
he
wishes
the
world
to
accept
,
and
you
can
only
gain
a
true
knowledge
of
him
by
inferences
from
little
actions
,
of
which
he
is
unconscious
,
and
from
fleeting
expressions
,
which
cross
his
face
unknown
to
him
.
Sometimes
people
carry
to
such
perfection
the
mask
they
have
assumed
that
in
due
course
they
actually
become
the
person
they
seem
.
But
in
his
book
or
his
picture
the
real
man
delivers
himself
defenceless
.
His
pretentiousness
will
only
expose
his
vacuity
.
The
lathe
painted
to
look
like
iron
is
seen
to
be
but
a
lathe
.
No
affectation
of
peculiarity
can
conceal
a
commonplace
mind
.
To
the
acute
observer
no
one
can
produce
the
most
casual
work
without
disclosing
the
innermost
secrets
of
his
soul
.
As
I
walked
up
the
endless
stairs
of
the
house
in
which
Strickland
lived
,
I
confess
that
I
was
a
little
excited
.
It
seemed
to
me
that
I
was
on
the
threshold
of
a
surprising
adventure
.
I
looked
about
the
room
with
curiosity
.
It
was
even
smaller
and
more
bare
than
I
remembered
it
.
I
wondered
what
those
friends
of
mine
would
say
who
demanded
vast
studios
,
and
vowed
they
could
not
work
unless
all
the
conditions
were
to
their
liking
.
"
You
’
d
better
stand
there
,
"
he
said
,
pointing
to
a
spot
from
which
,
presumably
,
he
fancied
I
could
see
to
best
advantage
what
he
had
to
show
me
.
"
You
don
’
t
want
me
to
talk
,
I
suppose
,
"
I
said
.
