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A sadder and a wiser man,
He rose the morrow morn.
N. awoke that morning and asked himself:
“So am I wiser?”
“Yes, but it’s too late,” came the automatic reply. “You learnt not to trust people. And that is sad. ‘For with much wisdom is much sorrow; as knowledge increases, grief increases.’ And all is lost. And you cannot bring her back… no need to remember who. ‘He went like one that hath been stunned.’ Yes, that is how it is. But not ‘of sense forlorn,’ not deaf to good and evil. No, I am trying to shield myself from that evil here, but evil, well, here it is, knocking at my door…”
Someone was indeed knocking at the door. Ah, no, they’re knocking at the window. Who’s there? The apple tree. The wind is bending it, trying to break it. Seeking shelter, it knocks. Where is this wind
