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manamana

sunday xxxiv

"i say nothing as to your verses; they are a good deal better than all the poetical wares that are cumbering the ground in booksellers' backshops just now. elegant 'nightingales' of that sort cost a little more than the others, because they are printed on hand-made paper, but they nearly all of them come down at last to the banks of the seine. you may study their range of notes there any day if you care to make an instructive pilgrimage along the quais from old jerome's stall by the pont notre dame to the pont royal. you will find them all there-- all the essays in verse, the inspirations, the lofty flights, the hymns, and songs, and ballads, and odes; all the nestfuls hatched during the last seven years, in fact."

it is my affliction, that being already blind, i am not deaf too.


"i think we have heard enough," the now-fully-embarrassed
and half-angered host said. "it was amusing for awhile, but it's
time to put an end to this nonsense."

"it is not nonsense," the traveler protested. "it is the truth."

"then you really believe this madman's drivel you've been
feeding us?" the host asked, rather hotly.

"of course. how can i not believe it? i see it and live it
every day. and here," he added, remembering something, "i even
have a photograph."

"obviously faked," said the host, dismissing it after a glance.

"who invited this charlatan?" someone asked of no one in particular.

"i thought science had put an end to all this miraculous event
stuff long ago," said another man, rising from his chair and
preparing to leave.

"well, let's not pursue this pointless discussion," the
host said. "our guest apparently knows nothing of science, and
is impervious to logic and to the considered opinion of the best
minds of our nation. there's nothing left to do but adjourn."
the meeting began to break up, and the traveler was putting on
his coat when the man with the pipe made one last attempt to
reason with him.

"we are all scientists here, all educated men. all of us
agree that it is impossible for a heavier-than-air device to
fly on its own through the air. don't you see that? this is
against the laws of nature--it violates the law of gravity."

"well," said the traveler, "perhaps there is another law,
or perhaps there is a higher law than the law of gravity,
which, when it is understood, will explain how planes can fly."

"that's just what i'd expect a religious fanatic to say,"
said a man who had been listening in. "science can jump
into the trash as far as you religious types are concerned."

"not at all," said the traveler. "but your science is not
perfect. you do not yet know everything about everything, what
is possible and what is not possible."

the top left card represents the first possible outcome. seven of wands (valor): standing courageously for your beliefs in the face of adversity. fear of failure overcome by the will to succeed. great obstacles met with heroism and determination. inner strength brought to bear at a critical moment.

the bottom card represents the critical factor that decides what will come to pass. queen of swords: the essence of air behaving as water, such as a refreshing mist: a person gifted with both keen logic and natural intuition, giving them uncanny powers of perception and insight. one who easily sees past deception and confusion to the heart of a matter, and understands both sides of any argument. the embodiment of calm, forthrightness, and wit, in the face of even the most trying circumstances.
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