Capitolo 11
goes of career to Germany, memoirs of what you/he/she is still been able to last with him
and the marks of what you/he/she is been able to be above intentionally kept in his
aspect.
But such way of beard, while covering the face of a man, it does a lot to
discovers the man. As he sat between his/her papers and books Your thought,
it conducted again certainly to the old portraits where serious heads turn together
on the point on the human road to which knowledge widens and
suffering starts to be done more bearable and died more
kind. Perforce now you interpreted him and I fix his working general
category: what he was absorbed in job he/she wanted to say useful being to
humanity. His/her house, the members of his/her family, the the people of his
district, was forgotten in the meantime: he was not a mere inhabitant on
his/her farm; he was a discoverer on the wide grounds of common ownership where the run
forever the fields to great with his/her problems, the joys and the pains.
He read his/her page, its hand allowed to fall to its knee, its mind it allowed to fall his
responsibility; one of that intervals followed when the rests of brain.
The glance of the student left his/her face; on it started to play the soft one
lights of the national affections. He had forgotten the world for his
just place in the world; the student was become her husband and
house-father. Some moments only; then he pushed seriously to his/her job
again, his/her hand correct takings on the pen, its left hand went up again to the
portraits.
The silence of the room seemed a careful silence, as if he were
being bewared above of a love that he/she would not leave him/it both disturbed.
(He had the calm self-confidence of a man that is aware that him
you/he/she is idolized.)
To join the silence among was out the calm of doors. An immense
tree of oak has been standing as soon as out of the windows. It was a perpetual memo
of enfeebled woods; and when a storm of wind launched and twisted him/it the,
extending and to grind some fibers they were as struggles and cries
for the wild life of old man. This afternoon brooded immovable, a