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...fashion, and have more apparent importance original: "seeming weight" in the world. He writes always with humility, as if he were only certain that his path is the right one for him:
"When men going home glance at me and smile, they fill me with shame. I sit like a beggar-girl, drawing my skirt over my face; and when they ask me what I want, I drop my eyes and do not answer them."
At another time, remembering how his life once had a different shape, he will say:
"I have spent many hours in the struggle original: "strife" between good and evil. But now, it is the pleasure of my companion original: "play-mate" from those empty days to draw my heart toward him. I do not know why this sudden call has come, nor to what useless insignificance original: "inconsequence" it leads."
An innocence and simplicity, which one does not find elsewhere in literature, makes the birds and the leaves seem as close to him as they are to children. To him, the changes of the seasons are great events, just as they were to us before our adult thoughts created a barrier between us and nature. At times, I wonder if he gained this from the literature of Bengal A region in South Asia (now split between India and Bangladesh) with a deep history of poetry and song. or from religion. At other times—remembering how birds would land on his brother’s hands—I find pleasure in thinking it is hereditary. Perhaps it is a mystery that has been growing through the centuries, like the courtly manners of a Tristan A legendary knight of the Arthurian cycle, celebrated for his chivalry and courtly love. or a Pellinore original: "Pelanore"; a King of the Round Table in Arthurian legend, often depicted as a noble but eccentric figure.. Indeed, when he speaks of children, this quality seems so much a part of him that one cannot be certain he is not also speaking of the saints:
"They build their houses with sand, and they play with empty shells. With withered..."