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Søren Says

It was on one of the last days in July, at ten o’clock in the evening, when the participants in that banquet assembled together. Date and year I have forgotten; indeed this would be interesting only to one’s memory of details: and not to one’s recollection of the contents of what experience. The “spirit of the occasion” and whatever impressions are recorded in one’s mind under that heading, concerns only one’s recollections; and just as generous wine gains in flavor by passing the Equator, because of the evaporation of its watery particles, likewise does recollection gain by getting rid of the watery particles of memory; and yet recollection becomes as little a mere figment of the imagination by this process as does the generous wine.

The participants were five in number: John, with the epithet of the Seducer, Victor Eremita, Constantin Constantius, and yet two others whose names I have not exactly forgotten–which would be a matter of small importance but whose names I did not learn. It was as if these two had no proper names, for they were constantly addressed by some epithet. The one was called the Young Person. Nor was he more than twenty and some years, of slender and delicate build, and of a very dark complexion. His face was thoughtful; but more pleasing even was its lovable and engaging expression which betokened a purity of soul harmonizing perfectly with the soft charm, almost feminine, and the transparency of his whole presence. This external beauty of appearance was lost sight of, however, in one’s next impression of him; or, one kept it only in mind whilst regarding a youth nurtured orto use a still tenderer expression—petted into being, by thought, and nourished by the contents of his own soula youth who as yet had had nothing to do with the world, had been neither aroused and fired, nor disquieted and disturbed. Like a sleep–walker he bore the law of his actions within himself, and the amiable, kindly expression of his countenance concerned no one, but only mirrored the disposition of his soul. ~ In Vino Veritas

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