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And the people laughed and said, ¡®It is the King¡¯s fool who is riding by,¡¯ and they mocked him.

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How it would prove in practice--there was the rub. It was truly abeautiful thought to have assumed Bartleby's departure; but, after all,that assumption was simply my own, and none of Bartleby's. The greatpoint was, not whether I had assumed that he would quit me, but whetherhe would prefer so to do. He was more a man of preferences thanassumptions.And after that they had gone through many streets they came to a little door that was set in a wall that was covered with a pomegranate tree. And the old man touched the door with a ring of graved jasper and it opened, and they went down five steps of brass into a garden filled with black poppies and green jars of burnt clay. And the old man took then from his turban a scarf of figured silk, and bound with it the eyes of the Star-Child, and drave him in front of him. And when the scarf was taken off his eyes, the Star-Child found himself in a dungeon, that was lit by a lantern of horn.But how can the printer's art so dim and mellow down the pages into a soft sunset yellow; and to the reader's eye, shed over the type all the pleasant associations which the original carries to me!Oh dear, dear, dear, dear!

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