{"id":"01KG8AKDA40GX6CT6VT5ZHHTEN","cid":"bafkreigy6azjdkwo6fc6jm2amvdkomxlp2jvh5sveltly7oemxyb7inuqu","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":6097,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:47:57.722Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 2","source_file":"01KG89J1JMR8XVKPA0G8ADAPC4","start_line":6023,"text":"_suaviter in modo_ may admit, I think, of an honest doubt. My dear\r\nfellow,\" beaming his eyes full upon him, \"what injury have I done you,\r\nthat you should receive my greeting with a curtailed civility?\"\r\n\r\n\"Off hands;\" once more shaking the friendly member from him. \"Who in the\r\nname of the great chimpanzee, in whose likeness, you, Marzetti, and the\r\nother chatterers are made, who in thunder are you?\"\r\n\r\n\"A cosmopolitan, a catholic man; who, being such, ties himself to no\r\nnarrow tailor or teacher, but federates, in heart as in costume,\r\nsomething of the various gallantries of men under various suns. Oh, one\r\nroams not over the gallant globe in vain. Bred by it, is a fraternal and\r\nfusing feeling. No man is a stranger. You accost anybody. Warm and\r\nconfiding, you wait not for measured advances. And though, indeed,\r\nmine, in this instance, have met with no very hilarious encouragement,\r\nyet the principle of a true citizen of the world is still to return good\r\nfor ill.--My dear fellow, tell me how I can serve you.\"\r\n\r\n\"By dispatching yourself, Mr. Popinjay-of-the-world, into the heart of\r\nthe Lunar Mountains. You are another of them. Out of my sight!\"\r\n\r\n\"Is the sight of humanity so very disagreeable to you then? Ah, I may be\r\nfoolish, but for my part, in all its aspects, I love it. Served up à la\r\nPole, or à la Moor, à la Ladrone, or à la Yankee, that good dish, man,\r\nstill delights me; or rather is man a wine I never weary of comparing\r\nand sipping; wherefore am I a pledged cosmopolitan, a sort of\r\nLondon-Dock-Vault connoisseur, going about from Teheran to Natchitoches,\r\na taster of races; in all his vintages, smacking my lips over this racy\r\ncreature, man, continually. But as there are teetotal palates which have\r\na distaste even for Amontillado, so I suppose there may be teetotal\r\nsouls which relish not even the very best brands of humanity. Excuse me,\r\nbut it just occurs to me that you, my dear fellow, possibly lead a\r\nsolitary life.\"\r\n\r\n\"Solitary?\" starting as at a touch of divination.\r\n\r\n\"Yes: in a solitary life one insensibly contracts oddities,--talking to\r\none's self now.\"\r\n\r\n\"Been eaves-dropping, eh?\"\r\n\r\n\"Why, a soliloquist in a crowd can hardly but be overheard, and without\r\nmuch reproach to the hearer.\"\r\n\r\n\"You are an eaves-dropper.\"\r\n\r\n\"Well. Be it so.\"\r\n\r\n\"Confess yourself an eaves-dropper?\"\r\n\r\n\"I confess that when you were muttering here I, passing by, caught a\r\nword or two, and, by like chance, something previous of your chat with\r\nthe Intelligence-office man;--a rather sensible fellow, by the way; much\r\nof my style of thinking; would, for his own sake, he were of my style of\r\ndress. Grief to good minds, to see a man of superior sense forced to\r\nhide his light under the bushel of an inferior coat.--Well, from what\r\nlittle I heard, I said to myself, Here now is one with the unprofitable\r\nphilosophy of disesteem for man. Which disease, in the main, I have\r\nobserved--excuse me--to spring from a certain lowness, if not sourness,\r\nof spirits inseparable from sequestration. Trust me, one had better mix\r\nin, and do like others. Sad business, this holding out against having a\r\ngood time. Life is a pic-nic _en costume_; one must take a part, assume\r\na character, stand ready in a sensible way to play the fool. To come in\r\nplain clothes, with a long face, as a wiseacre, only makes one a\r\ndiscomfort to himself, and a blot upon the scene. Like your jug of cold\r\nwater among the wine-flasks, it leaves you unelated among the elated\r\nones. No, no. This austerity won't do. Let me tell you too--_en\r\nconfiance_--that while revelry may not always merge into ebriety,\r\nsoberness, in too deep potations, may become a sort of sottishness.\r\nWhich sober sottishness, in my way of thinking, is only to be cured by\r\nbeginning at the other end of the horn, to tipple a little.\"\r\n\r\n\"Pray, what society of vintners and old topers are you hired to lecture\r\nfor?\"\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AJM4MATQP3GZQR23SYFAP","peer_type":"chapter","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JMR8XVKPA0G8ADAPC4","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AKDA4D9QG2ZW2720TS25R","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AKE1SP1XV8W78H6Q7HD22","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:03.396Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:48:10.664Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}