Endymion Press

It suddenly seemed to me that I was lonely, that every one was forsaking me and going away from me.

cannot help asking oneself what power made those sad, pensive eyes flash with such fire?

What so suddenly called strength, life and beauty into the poor girl’s face, making it gleam with such a smile, kindle with such bright, sparkling laughter?

I walked along singing, for when I am happy I am always humming to myself like every happy man who has no friend or acquaintance with whom to share his joy.

“Yes; if my arm trembles, it is because it has never been held by a pretty little hand like yours.

“Why, with no one, with an ideal, with the one I dream of in my sleep. I make up regular romances in my dreams.

I am ready for friendship; here’s my hand…. But you mustn’t fall in love with me, I beg you!”

I know you as though we had been friends for twenty years…. You won’t deceive me, will you?…”

“You will see … the only thing is, I don’t know how I am going to survive the next twenty-four hours.”

The dreamer — if you want an exact definition — is not a human being, but a creature of an intermediate sort.