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“You seem to know the future as well as you
know the past.”
“The past and the future are all the same to me.
I know everything.”
“I do not envy you your knowledge.”
“Your words are older than your years, where
did you get that saying from?”
“From what I have learned on this island
to-day, for I have learned that this friendly folk who
can neither read nor write are far happier than I,
who ever since I was a child have been straining
my eyes to gain knowledge. And so have you,
I gather from your speech. You are a great
scholar, you know your Tacitus by heart.”
“I am a philosopher.”
“You know Latin well?”
“I am a doctor of theology from the university
of Jena.”
“Ah! that is why I fancied I detected a
slight German twang in your voice. You know
Germany?”
“Rather,” he chuckled.
I looked at him attentively. His manners and
bearings were those of a gentleman, I noticed for
the first time that he carried a sword under his
red mantle and there was a harsh sound in his
voice I seemed to have heard before.
“Pardon me, sir, I think we have already met
in the Auerbach Keller in Leipzig, isn’t your
name? . . .” As I spoke the words, the church
bells from Capri began to ring Ave Maria. I
turned my head to look at him. He was gone.
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