Syr. “And yet that is not the basis of my pride.”Soc. “What is, then?”Syr. “Fools, in faith. They give me a livelihood by coming to view my marionettes.”“Ah!” ejaculated Philip; “that explains the prayer I heard you uttering the other day, that wherever you were the gods would grant you an abundant harvest of grain but a crop-failure of wits!”
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