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One grey-yellow winter day, about an hour
after the mid-day meal, my little Christina
insists on foliowing me to my house, where I
generally have my afternoon siesta. I cannot resist
her, and give way to her request. When we get
to my room Christina asks for pen and paper;
then she demands picture-books, and I must
remain, show, and explain.
“You must not go to sleep, papa!”
Although feeling weary and exhausted, I obey
my child, I don’t know why myself, but there is
a tone in her voice which I cannot resist.
Outside, before the door, an organ-grinder is
playing a waltz tune. I propose to the little one
to dance with the nurse who has accompanied
her. Attracted by the music, the neighbours’
children come, the organ-grinder is invited into
the kitchen, and we improvise a dance. This
goes on for an hour, and my sadness is dispelled.
In order to distract myself and to keep
off sleep, I take the Bible, my oracle, and open
it at haphazard.” But the spirit of the Lord
departed from Saul, and an evil spirit from the
Lord troubled him. And Saul’s servants said
unto him, ‘Behold now, an evil spirit from God
troubleth thee. Let our lord now command thy
servants, which are before thee, to seek out a
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