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His glance flickered beyond her with scarcely a pause. Yet it was to her as if by that swift look he had spoken, had for the first time made deep and passionate protest against her bitter judgment of him, had as it were shown her in a single flash the human heart beneath the jester's garb.
For the first time in his life Ulrich had witnessed the death of a human being. How often he had laughed at the fool, or thought his words absurd and wicked; but the dead man inspired him with respect, and the thought of the old jester's corpse exerted a far deeper and more lasting influence upon him, than his father's supposed death.
I will engage to let the tyrant hear on the deafest side of his head, and will limp into his presence with most unfeigned sincerity." "Well, then, I begin," said the man, applying a few strokes with a lithe rod to the soles of the jester's feet. Baba was true to his word.
It was a manuscript collection of Spanish odes, with the proverbs of one Domenico Lopez all very proper nourishment for a jester's mind. The odes seemed to possess a certain quaintness, and among the proverbs there were many that were new to me in framing and in substance. Moreover, I was glad of this means of improving my acquaintance with the tongue of Spain, and I was soon absorbed.
When the meeting understood the meaning of this jester's question, a titter of laughter swept over it like a ripple over the face of a pond.
He laid his hand good-naturedly on the jester's shoulder as he walked up the hall towards the Archbishop's private apartments, but the voices of both were loud pitched, and bits of the further conversation could be picked up. "Weddings are rife in your family," said the jester, "none of you get weary of fitting on the noose. What, thou thyself, Hal? Ay, thou hast not caught the contagion yet!
This is the skull of a man, Soon shall your head be as empty: Laugh and be glad while you can. Where, from the silver that rims it, Glows the red spirit of wine, Once there was longing and passion, Finding a woman divine; Blurred is the finished design, This was the scope of the plan: Death, the dry Jester's old bauble Drink and be glad while you can.
For the first time in his life Ulrich had witnessed the death of a human being. How often he had laughed at the fool, or thought his words absurd and wicked; but the dead man inspired him with respect, and the thought of the old jester's corpse exerted a far deeper and more lasting influence upon him, than his father's supposed death.
A pince-nez of many parts: now it was a scalping-knife, slaughtering the hopes of some harried victim of the law; and again, it was a bâton beating time to a hymn or the National Anthem; possibly it was, in moments of relaxation, a jester's wand poking fun at ancient cronies, though indeed a somewhat full-blooded imagination is required for that.
In casting off my jester's suit had I also divested myself of the power to be a decently interesting companion? Had I become merely a dull, tactless, egotistical bore? Was I, in simple, naked, horrid fact, getting on an invalid's delicate nerves? I was scared of the new picture of myself thus presented.
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