[apt4rpm-suse] G: Thou art my love, And thou art the bear

[Tsemetzis C. <emu...@in...>]

His entire personality, not on any organ or pair of organs." Harold
thrust his hands in his pockets and walked up and down, very much
stirred. "Really, I have a very poor opinion of scientists. They ought
to be made serve an apprenticeship in art, to get some conception of the
power of human motives. Such brutality!" Harold's plays dealt with the
grimmest and most depressing matters, but he himself was always
agreeable, and he insisted upon high cheerfulness as the correct tone of
human intercourse. Wanning rose and turned to go. There was, in Harold,
simply no reality, to which one could break through. The young man took
up his hat and gloves. "Must you go? Let me step along with you to the
sub. The walk will do me good." Harold talked agreeably all the way to
Astor Place. His father heard little of what he said, but he rather
liked his company and his wish to be pleasant. Wanning went to his club
for luncheon, meaning to spend the afternoon with some of his friends
who had retired from business and who read the papers there in the empty
hours between two and seven. He got no satisfaction, however. When he
tried to tell these men of his present predicament, they began to
describe ills of their own in which he could not feel interested. Each
one of them had a treacherous organ of which he spoke with animation,
almost with pride, as if it were a crafty business competitor whom he
was constantly outwitting. Each had a doctor, too, for whom he was
ardently soliciting business. They wanted either to telephone their
doctor and make an appointment for Wanning, or to take him then and
there to the consulting room. When he did not accept these invitations,
they lost interest in him and remembered engagements. He