The Book-Bills of Narcissus - An Account Rendered by Richard Le Gallienne by Richard Le Gallienne
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was struck with something familiar in the voice of the stranger. It came
upon me like an old song, and looking up--why, of course, it was Narcissus! The letter N does not make one of the initials on the Gladstone bag which he had with him on that occasion, and which, filled with books, lay open on the floor close by; nor does it appear on any of those tobacco-pouches, cigar-cases, or handkerchiefs with which men beloved of fair women are familiar. And Narcissus might, moreover, truthfully say that _it_ has never appeared upon any manner of stamped paper coming under a certain notable Act. To be less indulgent to a vice from which the Reader will, I fear, have too frequent occasion to suffer in these pages, and for which he may have a stronger term than digression, let me at once say that Narcissus is but the name Love knew him by, Love and the Reader; for that name by which he was known to the postman--and others--is no necessity here. How and why he came to be so named will appear soon enough. Yes! it was the same old Narcissus, and he was wielding just the same old magic, I could see, as in our class-rooms and playgrounds five years before. What is it in him that made all men take him so on his own terms, made his talk hold one so, though it so often stumbled in the dark, and fell dumb on many a verbal _cul-de-sac_? Whatever it is, Samuel felt it, and, with that fine worshipful spirit of his--an attitude which always reminds me of the elders listening to the boy Jesus--was doing that homage for which no beauty or greatness ever appeals to him in vain. What an eye for soul has Samuel! How inevitably it pierces through all husks and excrescences to the central beauty! In that short talk he knew Narcissus through and through; three years or |
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