jest of pretexts (this was OUT Very Jag |, an the flimsies mattered) we escaped from th, ‘Mee Cafe,” "hy nothing rd found 2 desolate stretch of Sand, and th, “th , as F rocks i . te Lae Jet shadow of some re orming 2 king of : the violet s cession of avid caresses, with someb, . " had ie for only witness. l was on my a boy pair of s vt bf possessing my darling, when two hi ang on the Pp he old man of the sea and his brother, ca ony aan with exclamations of ribald encoura ai: of the s . ZEMeny . onths later she died of typhus in Corfy. s 4 four m1! [leaf again and again through these Miserable memo; and keep asking myself, was it then, in the glitter of the remote summer, that the rift in my life began; or was i excessive desire for that child only the first evidence of an inherent singularity? When I try to analyze my own czy. ings, motives, actions and so forth, I surrender to a sort «i retrospective imagination which feeds the analytic faculty with boundless alternatives and which causes each visu: zed route to fork and re-fork without end in the madde> ingly complex Prospect of my past. I am convince’. however, that in a certain magic and fateful way Lolt: began with Annabel. Talso know that the shock of Annabel’s death conse! ted the frustration of that nightmare summer, made ‘ thoughou hen esacle_ to any: further rom the Physical had en years of my youth i eae thal must Témain j a blended in-us with & per of-fat! crud "incomprehensible to the matter!” L nate: brained youngsters of today. Lons . her death I oily fel . ine. Lo efore we elt her thoughts floating through ie 9 ved met 0 ROLES. We foy, we had had the same dreams. We © of we nd Strange affinities. The same JU" da it I2