, ofcourse, mybetterself—accordingtomybestendeavours—-examination.
ThewholefabricofthatotheruniverseswaysforamomentasIcomeintohisroom, .
Hecomestowardsme, andI, asIadvancetomeethim, , stillwithoutaword, weareclaspinghands.
Istandnowsothatthelightfallsuponhim, , youngerlookingandsounderlooking; hehasmissedanillnessorso, ; hehasmadehimselfabetterfacethanmine...., Icome, trailingcloudsofearthlyconfusionandweakness; , Isee, thatwhitetunicwiththepurplebandthatIhavealreadybeguntoconsidertheproperUtopianclothingforgravemen, , significantopeningsofmypremeditateddialogues.
"Youhaveapleasantroom," Iremark, andlookaboutalittledisconcertedbecausethereisnofireplaceformetoputmybackagainst, , intowhichIplump, andwehangoveranimmensityofconversationalpossibilities.
"Isay," Iplunge, "whatdoyouthinkofme? Youdon'tthinkI'manimpostor?"
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"AmIsolikeyou?"
"Likemeandyourstory—exactly."
"Youhaven'tanydoubtleft?" Iask.
"Notintheleast, , ?"
"Andyoudon'twanttoknowhowIgothere?"
"I'veceasedeventowonderhowIgothere," hesays, withalaughthatechoesmine.
Heleansbackinhischair, andIinmine, andtheabsurdparodyofourattitudestrikesusboth.
"Well?" wesay, simultaneously, andlaughtogether.
IwillconfessthismeetingismoredifficulteventhanIanticipated.
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, , , Ishouldhavetoexplainthings——.
No, theconversationwouldcontributenothingtoamodernUtopia.
AndsoIleaveitout.
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, too, hadbeeninsomemannerstirred."Ihaveseenhim," Ishouldsay, needlessly, : "It'sthestrangestthing."
