Once he had been a child with wondering gray eyes, and life had made him
blind as a mole, secretive as a badger, timid of the world as the owl is
timid of daylight. The shock of Claire-Anne, and he was cognizant of
great enveloping currents of life. Wonder he had known, and bitterness
he had known, but the immense forces that wind the stars as a clock is
wound he had not known.... And with Claire-Anne they had burst about him
like thunder. They had played around him as the corposant flickers
around the mast-head of a ship.... Poor Claire-Anne! The miracle of her.
She was like some flowering bush in an arctic waste.... Her wonderful
scared eyes, her tortured self.... It was a very strange thing that her
end did not bother him.... A gesture of youth, that sudden snap of the
wrist with the poor dead prince's dagger.... He had been very honest
about it, and it did not bother him, any more than it would have been on
his conscience to have shot a crippled horse.... Once it had seemed to
him unnecessarily histrionic, but now he knew it was merciful.... Her
spirit had gone too far ever to return to normal life....
But the little woman of the East, that did bother him. In boyhood he had
known the wonder of life. In youth he had known there existed sordid
tragedy. In young manhood passion had crashed like lightning.... And
then he had thought he knew all. He had considered himself the master of
life and said: "I will do such and such a thing and be happy. Enjoy
this, because I know how to enjoy it. To the wise man, all is a
pleasant hedonism." It struck, him at the time how terribly foolish and
piteous great men were.... Jesus dead on a crucifix; Socrates and the
hemlock bowl; the earnest Paul beheaded at Rome.... A little wisdom, a
little callousness would have avoided all this.... How satisfied he was,
how damned petty! His little bourgeois life, his harem of one pretty
girl, his nice ship ... smug as a shop-keeper ... and then life, fate,
whatever you call it, had tripped him up, abashed, beaten, through the
medium of a mountebank wrestler whom he had conquered in a street
brawl....
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