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Chapter 35

           "Idon’tknowaboutthesoul."

           "Poorboy.Wenoneofusknowaboutthesoul.AreyouCroyant?"

           "Atnight."

           CountGreffismiledandturnedtheglasswithhisfingers."IhadexpectedtobecomemoredevoutasIgrowolderbutsomehowIhaven’t,"hesaid."Itisagreatpity."

           "Wouldyouliketoliveafterdeath?"Iaskedandinstantlyfeltafooltomentiondeath.Buthedidnotmindtheword.

           "Itwoulddependonthelife.Thislifeisverypleasant.Iwouldliketoliveforever,"hesmiled."Iverynearlyhave."

           Weweresittinginthedeepleatherchairs,thechampagneintheice-bucketandourglassesonthetablebetweenus.

           "IfyoueverlivetobeasoldasIamyouwillfindmanythingsstrange."

           "Youneverseemold."

           "Itisthebodythatisold.SometimesIamafraidIwillbreakoffafingerasonebreaksastickofchalk.Andthespiritisnoolderandnotmuchwiser."

           "Youarewise."

           "No,thatisthegreatfallacy;thewisdomofoldmen.Theydonotgrowwise.Theygrowcareful."

           "Perhapsthatiswisdom."

           "Itisaveryunattractivewisdom.Whatdoyouvaluemost?"

           "SomeoneIlove."

           "Withmeitisthesame.Thatisnotwisdom.Doyouvaluelife?"

           "Yes."

           "SodoI.BecauseitisallIhave.Andtogivebirthdayparties,"helaughed."YouareprobablywiserthanIam.Youdonotgivebirthdayparties."

           Webothdrankthewine.

           "Whatdoyouthinkofthewarreally?"Iasked.

           "Ithinkitisstupid."

           "Whowillwinit?"

           "Italy."

           "Why?"

           "Theyareayoungernation."

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