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Without knocking, a gentleman comes visiting me evening:
"I have the honor to be your critic!" Immediately he takes the light in his hand,
gazes long at my shadow on the wall, stepping close then back: "Now, my good young
man, kindly see how your nose looks from the side!
You must admit that it is a protuberance." "This? Good gracious so it is! My word!
I never imagined, my whole life long, that such a world-sized nose I bore on my
face!" The man said various other things about this
and that, and on my honor, I can't remember;
perhaps he thought I should give him a confession. Finally he stood up and I lit his way out.
As we stood at the top of the stairs, I gave him, cheerfully,
a small kick, from behind, on the backside and by hail!! what a jolting, tumbling, and
hobbling! The equal have I never seen, my whole life
long, of a man going so quickly down the stairs!