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[0511] il^maginings and dreads. [0512] And a little less well endowed
with strength and courage he too would have abandoned
and despaired of ever knowing what manner of being he
was, and how he was going to live, and lived vanquished,
blindly, in a mad world, in the midst of strangers.

^[⃞][0513] From these reveries he emerged tired and pale, which
confirmed his father's impression that he was the victim
of lascivious speculations. [0514] He ought to play more games,
he would say. [0515] We ^are[⁁] [^are] getting on, getting on. [0516] They told me he
would be a good athleten athlete, said Mr Saposcat, and
now he is not on any team. [0517] His studies take up all his time,
said Mrs Saposcat. [0518] And he is always last, said Mr Saposcat.

[0519] He is fond of walking, said Mrs Saposcat, the long walks in
the country do him good. [0520] Then Mr Saposcat wried his face, at
the thought of his son's long solitary walks and the good they
did him. [0521] And sometimes he was carried away to the point of
saying, It might have been better to have had him taught^{[⁁] put him to}[ ^{put him to}] a
trade. [0522] Whereupon it was usual, though not compulsory, for
Sapo to go away, while his mother exclaimed, Oh Adrian, you
have hurt his feelings!^!

^[⃞][0523] We are getting on. [0524] Nothing is less like me than this
patient, reasonable child, struggling all alone for years to
shed a little light upon himself, avid of the least gleam,
a stranger to the joys of darkness. [0525] Here truly is the air