{"id":"01KG8AK7ZFGYTREPGVJEKBT44J","cid":"bafkreifaao3tcwxn52s7bsqebp7focuav4c2w43xub4ydve5ti6wfabqne","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":7111,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:47:57.725Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 2","source_file":"01KG89J1JMR8XVKPA0G8ADAPC4","start_line":7039,"text":"springs from the same root, I say; for, set aside materialism, and what\r\nis an atheist, but one who does not, or will not, see in the universe a\r\nruling principle of love; and what a misanthrope, but one who does not,\r\nor will not, see in man a ruling principle of kindness? Don't you see?\r\nIn either case the vice consists in a want of confidence.\"\r\n\r\n\"What sort of a sensation is misanthropy?\"\r\n\r\n\"Might as well ask me what sort of sensation is hydrophobia. Don't know;\r\nnever had it. But I have often wondered what it can be like. Can a\r\nmisanthrope feel warm, I ask myself; take ease? be companionable with\r\nhimself? Can a misanthrope smoke a cigar and muse? How fares he in\r\nsolitude? Has the misanthrope such a thing as an appetite? Shall a peach\r\nrefresh him? The effervescence of champagne, with what eye does he\r\nbehold it? Is summer good to him? Of long winters how much can he\r\nsleep? What are his dreams? How feels he, and what does he, when\r\nsuddenly awakened, alone, at dead of night, by fusilades of thunder?\"\r\n\r\n\"Like you,\" said the stranger, \"I can't understand the misanthrope. So\r\nfar as my experience goes, either mankind is worthy one's best love, or\r\nelse I have been lucky. Never has it been my lot to have been wronged,\r\nthough but in the smallest degree. Cheating, backbiting,\r\nsuperciliousness, disdain, hard-heartedness, and all that brood, I know\r\nbut by report. Cold regards tossed over the sinister shoulder of a\r\nformer friend, ingratitude in a beneficiary, treachery in a\r\nconfidant--such things may be; but I must take somebody's word for it.\r\nNow the bridge that has carried me so well over, shall I not praise it?\"\r\n\r\n\"Ingratitude to the worthy bridge not to do so. Man is a noble fellow,\r\nand in an age of satirists, I am not displeased to find one who has\r\nconfidence in him, and bravely stands up for him.\"\r\n\r\n\"Yes, I always speak a good word for man; and what is more, am always\r\nready to do a good deed for him.\"\r\n\r\n\"You are a man after my own heart,\" responded the cosmopolitan, with a\r\ncandor which lost nothing by its calmness. \"Indeed,\" he added, \"our\r\nsentiments agree so, that were they written in a book, whose was whose,\r\nfew but the nicest critics might determine.\"\r\n\r\n\"Since we are thus joined in mind,\" said the stranger, \"why not be\r\njoined in hand?\"\r\n\r\n\"My hand is always at the service of virtue,\" frankly extending it to\r\nhim as to virtue personified.\r\n\r\n\"And now,\" said the stranger, cordially retaining his hand, \"you know\r\nour fashion here at the West. It may be a little low, but it is kind.\r\nBriefly, we being newly-made friends must drink together. What say you?\"\r\n\r\n\"Thank you; but indeed, you must excuse me.\"\r\n\r\n\"Why?\"\r\n\r\n\"Because, to tell the truth, I have to-day met so many old friends, all\r\nfree-hearted, convivial gentlemen, that really, really, though for the\r\npresent I succeed in mastering it, I am at bottom almost in the\r\ncondition of a sailor who, stepping ashore after a long voyage, ere\r\nnight reels with loving welcomes, his head of less capacity than his\r\nheart.\"\r\n\r\nAt the allusion to old friends, the stranger's countenance a little\r\nfell, as a jealous lover's might at hearing from his sweetheart of\r\nformer ones. But rallying, he said: \"No doubt they treated you to\r\nsomething strong; but wine--surely, that gentle creature, wine; come,\r\nlet us have a little gentle wine at one of these little tables here.\r\nCome, come.\" Then essaying to roll about like a full pipe in the sea,\r\nsang in a voice which had had more of good-fellowship, had there been\r\nless of a latent squeak to it:\r\n\r\n    \"Let us drink of the wine of the vine benign,\r\n    That sparkles warm in Zansovine.\"\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJM4YBFY3F2428H9XCV80","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JMR8XVKPA0G8ADAPC4","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AK7ZF419EY6DPHXYC21PB","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AK8NCGGXKAMPHGQFXWV5P","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:47:57.935Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:12.039Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}