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moon shone in on the floor where the
puppet-chest lay upset, and all the puppets spread
about – great and small, the whole lot. But I
was not floored! I sprang out of bed, and threw
them all into the chest; some on their heads,
and some on their legs; I smacked the lid down
and sat myself upon it: it was worth
painting, can’t you conceive it? I can! ’Now
you shall be there!’ said I, ’and I will never
more wish that you may become flesh and
blood!’ I was so glad; I was the happiest
man alive – the polytechnic candidate had tried
me! I sat in perfect bliss, and fell asleep on the
chest; and in the morning – it was, properly
speaking, at noon, for I slept so very long that
morning – I sat there still, happy and edified – I
saw that my previous and only wish had been
stupid. I inquired for the polytechnic candidate,
but he was gone, like the Greek and Roman gods.
"And from that time I have been the
happiest man alive. I am a fortunate manager;
my company does not argue with me, neither
does the public; they are amused to their heart’s
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