What's Mine's Mine — Volume 2 by George MacDonald
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poetic inventions, he would take what liberties he pleased--and they
lost nothing by it; for he not only gave them touches of fresh interest, but sent glimmering through them hints of something higher, of which ordinary natures perceived nothing, while others were dimly aware of a loftier intent: according to his listeners was their hearing. In Rob's stories, as in all the finer work of genius, a man would find as much as, and no more than, he was capable of. Ian's opinion of Rob was even higher than Alister's. "What do you think, Ian, of the stories Rob of the Angels tells?" asked Alister, as they walked home. "That the Lord has chosen the weak things of the world to confound the mighty," answered Ian. "Tut! Rob confounds nobody." "He confounds me," returned Ian. "Does he believe what he tells?" "He believes all of it that is to be believed," replied Ian. "You are as bad as he!" rejoined Alister. "There is no telling, sometimes, what you mean!" "Tell me this, Alister: can a thing be believed that is not true?" "Yes, certainly!" |
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