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less than a minute, my light travels as fast as
your dreams.”
“I am not dreaming any more, I am wide
awake and I do not want to go back, ghost of
Mephisto!”
“So you are dreaming that you are awake, are
you! And you have not yet exhausted your
vocabulary of silly abuse! Ghost of Mephisto!
You have already called me vieux marcheur, Don
Juan and a spying old spinster! Yes, I did spy
on you last night in the park and I should like to
know which of us two was made up as Don Juan,
unless you wish me to call you Romeo? By
Jupiter, you don’t look like him! Blind Fool
is your right name, fool who cannot even see
what that beast of a dog of yours could see,
that I have no age, no sex, no life, that I am a
ghost.”
“The ghost of what?”
“The ghost of a dead world. Beware of
ghosts! You had better stop your insults, or I
will strike you blind with a flash of my subtle rays
far more deadly to the eye of man than the golden
arrow of the sun-god himself. It is my last word
to you, blasphemous dreamer! Dawn is already
approaching from the eastern sky, I have to go
back to my grave or I shall not see my way. I
am old and tired. Do you think it is easy work
to have to wander about from night till morning
when everything else is at rest? You call me
sinister and sombre, do you think it is easy to be
cheerful when you have to live in a grave, if you
can call that living, as some of you mortals do?
You will go to your grave yourself one day and so
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