Граф Монте-Крісто

The Telegraph.

           ButonefinedayIlearnedthatthemoverofthistelegraphwasonlyapoorwretch,hiredfortwelvehundredfrancsayear,andemployedallday,notinstudyingtheheavenslikeanastronomer,oringazingonthewaterlikeanangler,oreveninenjoyingtheprivilegeofobservingthecountryaroundhim,butallhismonotonouslifewaspassedinwatchinghiswhite-bellied,black-clawedfellowinsect,fourorfiveleaguesdistantfromhim.AtlengthIfeltadesiretostudythislivingchrysalismoreclosely,andtoendeavortounderstandthesecretpartplayedbytheseinsect-actorswhentheyoccupythemselvessimplywithpullingdifferentpiecesofstring."

           "Andareyougoingthere?"

           "Iam."

           "Whattelegraphdoyouintendvisiting?thatofthehomedepartment,oroftheobservatory?"

           "Oh,no;IshouldfindtherepeoplewhowouldforcemetounderstandthingsofwhichIwouldprefertoremainignorant,andwhowouldtrytoexplaintome,inspiteofmyself,amysterywhicheventheydonotunderstand.Mafoi,Ishouldwishtokeepmyillusionsconcerninginsectsunimpaired;itisquiteenoughtohavethosedissipatedwhichIhadformedofmyfellow-creatures.Ishall,therefore,notvisiteitherofthesetelegraphs,butoneintheopencountrywhereIshallfindagood-naturedsimpleton,whoknowsnomorethanthemachineheisemployedtowork."

           "Youareasingularman,"saidVillefort

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