ose-leaves.Why,mydearBasil,heisaNarcissus,andyou--well,ofcourseyouhaveanintellectualexpressionandallthat.Butbeauty,realbeauty,endswhereanintellectualexpressionbegins.Intellectisinitselfamodeofexaggeration,aroystheharmonyofanyface.Themomesdowntothink,onebeesallnose,orallforehead,orsomethinghorrid.Lookatthesuccessfulmeninanyofthelearnedprofessions.Howperfectlyhideoustheyare!Except,ofcourse,intheChurch.ButthenintheChurchtheydontthink.Abishopkeepsonsayingattheageofeightywhathewastoldtosaywhenhewasaboyofeighteen,andasanaturalsequencehealwayslooksabsolutelydelightful.Yourmysteriousyoungfriend,whosenameyouhaveoldme,butwhosepicturereallyfasatesme,hinks.Ifeelquitesureofthat.Heissomebrainlessbeautifulcreaturewhoshouldbealwayshereinwinterwhenwehavenoflowerstolookat,andalwayshereinsummerantsomethingtochillourintelligence.Dontflatteryourself,Basil:youarenotintheleastlikehim."

    "Youdontuandme,Harry,"aheartist."OfcourseIamnotlikehim.Iknoerfectlywell.Indeed,Ishouldbesorrytolooklikehim.Yyourshoulders?Iamtellingyouthetruth.Thereisafatalityaboutallphysidintellectualdistin,thesortoffatalitythatseemstodhhistorythefalteringstepsofkings.Itisbetternottobedifferentfromonesfellows.Theuglyaupidhavethebestofitinthisworld.Theysitattheireaseandgapeattheplay.Iftheyknownothingofvictory,theyareatleastsparedtheknowledgeofdefeat.Theyliveasweallshouldlive--undisturbed,indifferent,andwithoutdisquiet.Theyherbringruinuponothers,noreverreceiveitfromalienhands.Yourrankah,Harry;mybrains,such