{"id":"01KG8AMZVH0QD7V6JYEWH75PRW","cid":"bafkreidf4wlqlflszfhhofsfynlwodhggl3nqwkobjh4uqbimgb5bxy57a","type":"chunk","properties":{"end_line":12947,"extracted_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:52.924Z","extracted_by":"structure-extraction-lambda","label":"Chunk 2","source_file":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","start_line":12882,"text":"\"Missent,\" said Plotinus Plinlimmon placidly: \"if any thing, I looked\r\nfor some choice Curaçoa from a nobleman like you. I should be very\r\nhappy, my dear Count, to accept a few jugs of choice Curaçoa.\"\r\n\r\n\"I thought that the society of which you are the head, excluded all\r\nthings of that sort\"--replied the Count.\r\n\r\n\"Dear Count, so they do; but Mohammed hath his own dispensation.\"\r\n\r\n\"Ah! I see,\" said the noble scholar archly.\r\n\r\n\"I am afraid you do not see, dear Count\"--said Plinlimmon; and instantly\r\nbefore the eyes of the Count, the inscrutable atmosphere eddied and\r\neddied roundabout this Plotinus Plinlimmon.\r\n\r\nHis chance brushing encounter in the corridor was the first time that\r\never Pierre had without medium beheld the form or the face of\r\nPlinlimmon. Very early after taking chambers at the Apostles', he had\r\nbeen struck by a steady observant blue-eyed countenance at one of the\r\nloftiest windows of the old gray tower, which on the opposite side of\r\nthe quadrangular space, rose prominently before his own chamber. Only\r\nthrough two panes of glass--his own and the stranger's--had Pierre\r\nhitherto beheld that remarkable face of repose,--repose neither divine\r\nnor human, nor any thing made up of either or both--but a repose\r\nseparate and apart--a repose of a face by itself. One adequate look at\r\nthat face conveyed to most philosophical observers a notion of something\r\nnot before included in their scheme of the Universe.\r\n\r\nNow as to the mild sun, glass is no hindrance at all, but he transmits\r\nhis light and life through the glass; even so through Pierre's panes did\r\nthe tower face transmit its strange mystery.\r\n\r\nBecoming more and more interested in this face, he had questioned\r\nMillthorpe concerning it \"Bless your soul\"--replied Millthorpe--\"that is\r\nPlotinus Plinlimmon! our Grand Master, Plotinus Plinlimmon! By gad, you\r\nmust know Plotinus thoroughly, as I have long done. Come away with me,\r\nnow, and let me introduce you instanter to Plotinus Plinlimmon.\"\r\n\r\nBut Pierre declined; and could not help thinking, that though in all\r\nhuman probability Plotinus well understood Millthorpe, yet Millthorpe\r\ncould hardly yet have wound himself into Plotinus;--though indeed\r\nPlotinus--who at times was capable of assuming a very off-hand,\r\nconfidential, and simple, sophomorean air--might, for reasons best known\r\nto himself, have tacitly pretended to Millthorpe, that he (Millthorpe)\r\nhad thoroughly wriggled himself into his (Plotinus') innermost soul.\r\n\r\nA man will be given a book, and when the donor's back is turned, will\r\ncarelessly drop it in the first corner; he is not over-anxious to be\r\nbothered with the book. But now personally point out to him the author,\r\nand ten to one he goes back to the corner, picks up the book, dusts the\r\ncover, and very carefully reads that invaluable work. One does not\r\nvitally believe in a man till one's own two eyes have beheld him. If\r\nthen, by the force of peculiar circumstances, Pierre while in the\r\nstage, had formerly been drawn into an attentive perusal of the work on\r\n\"Chronometricals and Horologicals;\" how then was his original interest\r\nheightened by catching a subsequent glimpse of the author. But at the\r\nfirst reading, not being able--as he thought--to master the pivot-idea\r\nof the pamphlet; and as every incomprehended idea is not only a\r\nperplexity but a taunting reproach to one's mind, Pierre had at last\r\nceased studying it altogether; nor consciously troubled himself further\r\nabout it during the remainder of the journey. But still thinking now it\r\nmight possibly have been mechanically retained by him, he searched all\r\nthe pockets of his clothes, but without success. He begged Millthorpe to\r\ndo his best toward procuring him another copy; but it proved impossible\r\nto find one. Plotinus himself could not furnish it.\r\n\r","title":"Chunk 2"},"relationships":[{"peer":"01KG8AKVZ9WS47DQGH9WNRS688","peer_type":"section","predicate":"in"},{"peer":"01KG89J1JSYKSGCE149MH9HF6A","peer_type":"file","predicate":"extractedFrom"},{"peer":"01KG89HMDZKNY753EZE1CJ8HZW","peer_type":"collection","predicate":"collection"},{"peer":"01KG8AMZVH2QSFB41S4CYHX7SH","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"prev"},{"peer":"01KG8AMZVPTH7Z540424A5H29N","peer_type":"chunk","predicate":"next"}],"ver":2,"created_at":"2026-01-30T20:48:55.153Z","ts":"2026-01-30T20:49:31.662Z","edited_by":{"method":"manual","user_id":"01KFF0H3YRP9ZSM033AM0QJ47H"}}