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Chapter 1

           Well!itwasnodoubtextremelyfoolishofustodreamthatwemighthelptoregenerateaworldinwhichbothPlatoandChrisappeartohavefailedyetthemosthardenedcynicwillscarcelydenythatitispleasanttolookbacktothedaysofhisyouthifhecanthinkthatatleastthen,ifonlyonceinhislife,hehadnobleimpulses.

           Thelampburnedbadly,andIhadtore-trimitbeforeIcouldsettledowntoreadmyfriend’sletter.Nextdoorsomeonewasplayingaviolin,andplayingitwell.Tenderlyandyetwithacertainamountofbriothenotescamedancingfromthebow,andIlistened,vaguelypleased.BeingfaintwithhungerIwassomewhatinalistlessstateborderingonstuporandthepenetratingsweetnessofthemusicappealingtothesensuousandæstheticpartofme,drownedforthemomentmereanimalcraving.

           "Thereyougo!"Imurmured,apostrophizingtheunseenmusician"practisingawayonthatfriendlyfiddleofyoursnodoubtforamerepittancewhichbarelykeepsyoualive.Possiblyyouaresomepoorwretchinacheaporchestraoryoumightevenbeastreet-playerandbeabletoliveinthisneighbourhoodoftheélitestarvingyoucanhavenohopewhateverofbeingthe‘fashion’andmakingyourbowbeforeRoyaltyorifyouhavethathope,itiswildlymisplaced.Playon,myfriend,playon!thesoundsyoumakeareveryagreeable,andseemtoimplythatyouarehappy.

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