Then, as for my scribbling,
well, it has scarcely yet passed the amateur stage. It will some
day; simply because I've made up my mind that it shall; but as yet I
haven't got beyond a couple of weak articles in weak magazines, and
I don't exactly feel sure of my way. I rather think we shall
approach most nearly in our taste for poetry. I liked much what you
had to say about Keats. It decided me that we ought to go on."
Julian looked up with a bright smile.
"What did you think at first of my advertisement, eh?" cried
Waymark, with a sudden burst of loud laughter. "Queer idea, wasn't
it?"
"It came upon me curiously. It was so like a frequent thought of my
own actually carried out."
"It was? You have felt that same desperate need of congenial
society?"
"I have felt it very strongly indeed. I live so very much alone, and
have always done so. Fortunately I am of a very cheerful
disposition, or I might have suffered much. The young fellows I see
every day haven't much intellect, it must be confessed. I used to
try to get them under the influence of my own enthusiasms, but they
didn't seem to understand me. They care only for things which either
repel me, or are utterly without interest.
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