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Mind To Leave The Grave,  Which Was Now Half

Filled,  Resumed:

 

'We Alone Shall Have Known Him. There Is Nothing Left Of Him,  Not Even

A Name!'

 

'He Is Very Happy,' Said Bongrand; 'He Has No Picture On Hand,  In The

Earth Where He Sleeps. It Is As Well To Go Off As To Toil As We Do

Merely To Turn Out Infirm Children,  Who Always Lack Something,  Their

Legs Or Their Head,  And Who Don't Live.'

 

'Yes,  One Must Really Be Wanting In Pride To Resign Oneself To Turning

Out Merely Approximate Work And Resorting To Trickery With Life. I,

Who Bestow Every Care On My Books--I Despise Myself,  For I Feel That,

Despite All My Efforts,  They Are Incomplete And Untruthful.'

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With Pale Faces,  They Slowly Went Away,  Side By Side,  Past The

Children's White Tombs,  The Novelist Then In All The Strength Of His

Toil And Fame,  The Painter Declining But Covered With Glory.

 

'There,  At Least,  Lies One Who Was Logical And Brave,' Continued

Sandoz; 'He Confessed His Powerlessness And Killed Himself.'

 

'That's True,' Said Bongrand; 'If We Didn't Care So Much For Our Skins

We Should All Do As He Has Done,  Eh?'

 

'Well,  Yes; Since We Cannot Create Anything,  Since We Are But Feeble

Copyists,  We Might As Well Put An End To Ourselves At Once.'

 

Again They Found Themselves Before The Burning Pile Of Old Rotten

Coffins,  Now Fully Alight,  Sweating And Crackling; But There Were

Still No Flames To Be Seen,  The Smoke Alone Had Increased--A Thick

Acrid Smoke,  Which The Wind Carried Along In Whirling Coils,  So That

It Now Covered The Whole Cemetery As With A Cloud Of Mourning.

 

'Dash It! Eleven O'clock!' Said Bongrand,  After Pulling Out His Watch.

'I Must Get Home Again.'

 

Sandoz Gave An Exclamation Of Surprise:

 

'What,  Already Eleven?'

 

Over The Low-Lying Graves,  Over The Vast Bead-Flowered Field Of Death,

So Formal Of Aspect And So Cold,  He Cast A Long Look Of Despair,  His

Eyes Still Bedimmed By His Tears. And Then He Added:

 

'Let's Go To Work.'

 

 

 

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Publication Date: 05-30-2014

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