The Man Who Laughs


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II.  
Homo was no ordinary wolf. From his appetite for medlars and potatoes he  
might have been taken for a prairie wolf; from his dark hide, for a  
lycaon; and from his howl prolonged into a bark, for a dog of Chili. But  
no one has as yet observed the eyeball of a dog of Chili sufficiently to  
enable us to determine whether he be not a fox, and Homo was a real  
wolf. He was five feet long, which is a fine length for a wolf, even in  
Lithuania; he was very strong; he looked at you askance, which was not  
his fault; he had a soft tongue, with which he occasionally licked  
Ursus; he had a narrow brush of short bristles on his backbone, and he  
was lean with the wholesome leanness of a forest life. Before he knew  
Ursus and had a carriage to draw, he thought nothing of doing his fifty  
miles a night. Ursus meeting him in a thicket near a stream of running  
water, had conceived a high opinion of him from seeing the skill and  
sagacity with which he fished out crayfish, and welcomed him as an  
honest and genuine Koupara wolf of the kind called crab-eater.  
As a beast of burden, Ursus preferred Homo to a donkey. He would have  
felt repugnance to having his hut drawn by an ass; he thought too highly  
of the ass for that. Moreover he had observed that the ass, a  
four-legged thinker little understood by men, has a habit of cocking his  
ears uneasily when philosophers talk nonsense. In life the ass is a  
third person between our thoughts and ourselves, and acts as a  
restraint. As a friend, Ursus preferred Homo to a dog, considering that  
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