The Man Who Laughs


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the understanding, cultivated and enlarged, draws comparisons; the  
memories of youth reappear under the passions, like the traces of a  
palimpsest under the erasure; these memories form the bases of logic,  
and that which was a vision in the child's brain becomes a syllogism in  
the man's. Experience is, however, various, and turns to good or evil  
according to natural disposition. With the good it ripens, with the bad  
it rots.  
The child had run quite a quarter of a league, and walked another  
quarter, when suddenly he felt the craving of hunger. A thought which  
altogether eclipsed the hideous apparition on the hill occurred to him  
forcibly--that he must eat. Happily there is in man a brute which serves  
to lead him back to reality.  
But what to eat, where to eat, how to eat?  
He felt his pockets mechanically, well knowing that they were empty.  
Then he quickened his steps, without knowing whither he was going. He  
hastened towards a possible shelter. This faith in an inn is one of the  
convictions enrooted by God in man. To believe in a shelter is to  
believe in God.  
However, in that plain of snow there was nothing like a roof. The child  
went on, and the waste continued bare as far as eye could see. There had  
never been a human habitation on the tableland. It was at the foot of  
the cliff, in holes in the rocks, that, lacking wood to build themselves  
huts, had dwelt long ago the aboriginal inhabitants, who had slings for  
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