"Quite so," said Sarudine.

"Very well, then, enjoyment is the aim of human life. Paradise is the

synonym for absolute enjoyment, and we all of us, more or less, dream

of an earthly paradise. This legend of paradise is by no means an

absurdity, but a symbol, a dream."

"Yes," continued Sanine, after a pause, "Nature never meant men to be

abstinent, and the sincerest men are those who do not conceal their

desires, that is to say, those who socially count as blackguards,

fellows such as--you, for instance."

Sarudine started back in amazement.

"Yes, you," continued Sanine, affecting not to notice this, "You're the

best fellow in the world, or, at any rate, you think you are. Come now,

tell me, have you ever met a better?"

"Yes, lots of them," replied Sarudine, with some hesitation. He had not

the least idea what Sanine meant, nor if he ought to appear amused or

annoyed.

"Well, name them, please," said Sanine.

Sarudine shrugged his shoulders, doubtfully.

"There, you see!" exclaimed Sanine gaily. "You yourself are the best of

good fellows, and so am I; yet we both of us would not object to

stealing, or telling lies or committing adultery--least of all to

committing adultery."

"How original!" muttered Sarudine, as he again shrugged his shoulders.

"Do you think so?" asked the other, with a slight shade of annoyance in

his tone. "Well, I don't! Yes, blackguards, as I said, are the most

sincere and interesting people imaginable, for they have no conception

of the bounds of human baseness. I always feel particularly pleased to

shake hands with a blackguard."

He immediately grasped Sarudine's hand and shook it vigorously as he

looked him full in the face. Then he frowned, and muttered curtly,

"Good-bye, good-night," and left him.

For a few moments Sarudine stood perfectly still and watched him

depart. He did not know how to take such speeches as these of Sanine;

he became at once bewildered and uneasy. Then he thought of Lida, and

smiled. Sanine was her brother, and what he had said was really right

after all. He began to feel a sort of brotherly attachment for him.

"An amusing fellow, by Gad!" he thought, complacently, as if Sanine in

a way belonged to him, also. Then he opened the gate, and went across

the moonlit courtyard to his quarters.

On reaching home, Sanine undressed and got into bed, where he tried to

read "Thus spake Zarathustra" which he had found among Lida's books.

But the first few pages were enough to irritate him. Such inflated

imagery left him unmoved. He spat, flung the volume aside, and soon

fell fast asleep.




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