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 high and pure mental work, nothing but jot down a few ideas. And yet I neither marry, or run after women. I think Charlie's quite right; if he wants to run after the women, he's quite free not to run too often. But I wouldn't prohibit him from running. As for Hammond, he's got a property instinct, so naturally the straight road and the narrow gate are right for him. You'll see he'll be an English Man of Letters before he's done, A. B. C. from top to toe. Then there's me. I'm nothing. Just a squib. And what about you, Clifford? Do you think sex is a dynamo to help a man on to success in the world?"

Clifford rarely talked much at these times. He never held forth; his ideas were really not vital enough for it, he was too confused and emotional. Now he blushed and looked uncomfortable.

"Well!" he said, "being myself hors de combat, I don't see I've anything to say on the matter."

"Not at all," said Dukes; "the top of you's by no means hors de combat. You've got the life of the mind sound and intact. So let us hear your ideas."

"Well," stammered Clifford, "even then I don't suppose I have much idea I suppose marry-and-have-done-with-it would pretty well stand for what I think. Though of course between a man and woman who care for one another, it is a great thing."

"What sort of great thing?" said Tommy.

"Oh it perfects the intimacy," said Clifford, uneasy as a woman in such talk.

"Well, Charlie and I believe that sex is a sort of communication like speech. Let any woman start a sex conversation with me, and it's natural for me to go to bed with her to finish it, all in due season, Unfortunately no woman makes any particular start with me, so I go to bed by myself; and am none the worse for it I hope so anyway, for how should I know? Anyhow I've no starry calculations to be interfered with, and no immortal works to write. I'm merely a fellow skulking in the army"

Silence fell. The four men smoked. And Connie sat there and put another stitch in her sewing Yes, she sat there! She had to sit mum. She had to be quiet as a mouse, not to interfere with the immensely important speculations of these highly-mental gentlemen. But she had to be there. They didn't get on so well without


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 her; their ideas didn't flow so freely. Clifford was much more edgy and nervous, he got cold feet much quicker in Connie's absence, and the talk didn't run. Tommy Dukes came off best; he was a little inspired by her presence. Hammond she didn't really like; he seemed so selfish in a mental way. And Charles May, though she liked something about him, seemed a little distasteful and messy, in spite of his stars.

How many evenings had Connie sat and listened to the manifestations of these four men! these, and one or two others. That they never seemed to get anywhere didn't trouble her deeply. She liked to hear what they had to say, especially when Tommy was there. It was fun. Instead of men kissing you, and touching you with their bodies, they revealed their minds to you. It was great fun! But what cold minds!

And also it was a little irritating. She had more respect for Michaelis, on whose name they all poured such withering contempt, as a little mongrel arriviste, and uneducated bounder of the worst sort. Mongrel and bounder or not, he jumped to his own conclusions. He didn't merely walk round them with millions of words, in the parade of the life of the mind.

Connie quite liked the life of the mind, and got a great thrill out of it. But she did think it overdid itself a little. She loved being there, amidst the tobacco smoke of those famous evenings of the cronies, as she called them privately to herself. She was infinitely amused, and proud too, that even their talking they could not do without her silent presence. She had an immense respect for thought and these men, at least, tried to think honestly. But somehow there was a cat, and it wouldn't jump. They all alike talked at something, though what it was, for the life of her she couldn't say. It was something that Mick didn't clear, either.

But then Mick wasn't trying to do anything, but just get through his life, and put as much across other people as they tried to put across him. He was really anti-social, which was what Clifford and his cronies had against him. Clifford and his cronies were not anti-social; they were more or less bent on saving mankind, or on instructing it, to say the least.

There was a gorgeous talk on Sunday evening, when the conversation drifted again to love.

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118 Yeah. I don't—

So—

I don't believe we ever entertained a month-long delay in the transition. That would've contravened the orders we received from the White House, so I just don't think it's something we would've done.

You don't believe it's something that you would have done?

Would have done, would have stopped the transition for that period of time that you stated, approximately 1 month, because the instructions of the White House were clear: Go. What I believe is I gave my guys and gals a day off, and I do remember it coming out in the media that we were stopping transition, and that just wasn't the case. As the chief of staff, I have to take the temperature of the men and women that are doing the work, and I thought they needed to take a knee.

So the people who we—who as part of the investigation said that there was no engaging with the Trump DOD from mid-December until January, that in your mind is just not accurate?

I don't believe so, because the—one of the priorities for the transition was Operation Warp Speed, and there was no way we could get that done and hand it off if we took a 3- to 4-week break. And, in fact, my recollection is, specifically on Warp Speed, since it was so prominent at the time, we had yet to roll out or were rolling out the vaccination program, there was constant communication at least in that part of the transition. So I don't see how we would have turned one on and stopped another. I just don't recall that.

I want to go on to your appointments, their potential appointments to—first, to the CIA. Let's start with that one. How did you became—become aware of it?


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119 Yeah, I got it. So the select committee was authorized by H. Res. 503 to investigate the events of Jan. 6th. The question falls outside the scope of your legislative purpose. I'm concerned about this improper question, inappropriate line of inquiry, and apparently fishing expedition. I'm not sure what the CIA has to do with Jan. 6th. I will do my best to answer this question.

So, sorry, go ahead?


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120 [3:20 p.m.]

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How did you become aware of your own potential appointment to the CIA?

Which—what are you specifically referring to when you say my "appointment"?

Were you ever aware of any potential appointment to the position of Deputy Director at CIA in the time period from November 10th till January 20th?

Yes. In that time period, I do recall that happening.

Can you tell us who told you that?

I believe it was a representative of PPO and that it was a possibility and a representative—

Let me stop you there. Who was the representative from PPO?

Without having seen any of the emails we probably would've had going back and forth on such a matter, I'm guessing it would've been Mr. McEntee, who's the head of PPO, and probably, as the way the White House works on Presidential personnel decisions is no personnel decisions can be made that aren't done in conjunction with PPO and their chief of staff's office—which would've been Chief of Staff Meadows. So I probably would've talked to either Chief of Staff Meadows or some representative in his office about that.

That's what I remember.

Meaning Mr. McEntee or somebody other than Mr. McEntee?

Yeah, I'm saying I believe it was Mr. McEntee.

Okay.

I'm not limiting it to him because PPO is an enormous office. It has over 50 employees. And then there was also the chief of staff's office, which is also quite large.


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121 And you also said possibly Mr. Meadows. Is that right?

Yeah, yeah. Right.

Did you have any discussion with President Trump about your potential appointment to the CIA?

My potential appointment—well, yeah. The question appears to implicate core executive privilege concerns. I'm prepared to answer it, but I want the record to reflect my serious concerns about congressional overreaching.

What I recall is, it was discussed amongst the people we already stated about the Deputy Director position at the White House.

Did I have a separate discussion with the President, I believe is what you're asking, about that role? I think it came up in one of our conversations. I don't know if it was before the election or after. I'm just not sure.

So, before your appointment to DOD, you could have had that conversation with the President?

Maybe. Yeah, I just don't have any timeline in front of me to remember the date of that conversation.

Understood, but that's a pretty big deal, right? That would've been a huge position, as the Assistant Director at the CIA.

To be Deputy Director—

Deputy.

—would've been a great promotion. I think it would've been an honor to serve in that capacity. With my intel background, I would have, of course, considered it.

So what happened, from what you were aware of? If you had the discussion with Mr.—

I was never made the Deputy Director of the CIA. It did not happen, as we


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122 all know.

Were you told why?

Was I told why—

Correct.

—that I wasn't given—

Correct. If you have a discussion with Johnny McEntee and possibly Mark Meadows and the President himself that this could happen—

Yeah. They said this could happen, and we'll let you know. You know, I'm using loose terms here, you know, generalizing their statements. And it did not happen.

I don't think I—you know, we were doing a ton of stuff at DOD. I was not concerned with why appointments did or did not happen. I said, "I serve at the pleasure of, you know, the President. Let me know. Until then, I'm going back to work."

What about the Deputy Director for the FBI? Did you have a conversation with Johnny McEntee or Mark Meadows or the President about that position?

I think we—yeah. We had a conversation—again, I'm not sure of the exact date—about, similarly, about the Deputy Director role at the FBI. But, again, I don't know the exact timeframe on that one.

You had the conversation with the same three people? Was it the same conversation? Was it just a conversation of, "Hey, Kash, we're thinking about moving you here, we're thinking about moving you there"?

It could've been two separate conversations, or it could've been both at once. Are you interested? As how government operates, especially before or around an election, people are trying to plan ahead. There was a lot of work that the PPO office was doing to, if President Trump had won, place their selectees across government, and so—that was their job—they asked if I was interested in doing either of those jobs. I


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123 said, "I would be interested. Let me know."

But it appears that some of these conversations occurred after President Trump had lost the election. Did that impact you in any way in terms of your timeline?

In terms of my timeline? What do you mean?

Well, if the job was ending on January 20th.

No. As I said—I think I said it before. If I didn't, I'll say it now. I was happy to serve in whatever capacity the White House wanted me to serve in until they said, "Your time is done here." That's the mission.

Was there ever a discussion that that Deputy Director position would then turn into the Director of the CIA, had President Trump fired Gina Haspel?

I'm not—so somebody's going to have to go do the legal gymnastics on that. I don't even think that's possible. But I'm not sure, because I don't know that—I believe the Director of the CIA, it's a PAS, a President-appointed, Senate-confirmed position. So I haven't looked at the—

Well, there were many non-Senate-confirmed positions that were appointed during that time, right?

Yeah. I mean—you're right. You're asking me to speculate. I'm not really sure what would've happened if Ms. Haspel was terminated and I was given the Deputy Director role.

No. My question was, was there a discussion that it could lead to a Director position with President Trump? Did you have that discussion?

Mr. Glabe. I'm sorry. What was the question?

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124 [Discussion off the record.]

The Witness. So I don't know if that's even technically possible, but I don't remember a separate conversation with President Trump on me becoming whatever form of director of the Central Intelligence Agency.

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You don't remember, or it didn't happen?

I'm saying I don't remember a conversation about that.

How about as Director of the FBI?

No, I don't believe a conversation about that was had.

So the answer to the Director of FBI is "no," but the answer—

No. I said I don't believe—

Okay.

—a conversation about that was had.

But the answer about the Director of CIA was "I don't remember." I just want to make sure I'm clear on both your answers.

Yeah. I don't recall the CIA one. I recall not having, to the best of my recollection, a conversation with the President about being the Director of the FBI.

But wouldn't it be something significant to remember, if you had a conversation with President Trump about becoming the Director of the CIA?

And, again, I know you guys try to think this is improbable, but I was in one of those positions for a 2-year period of time, approximately, where I had many conversations with the President impacting things that I would only read about or watch in movies. So, after a certain period of time, they tend to stack up and you just do the mission. And that's what I was focused on.

So, if you have something to show me, I'm happy to look at it, but—


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126 Any positions.

Yes. There was conversations about—similarly like I had conversations with the President about his displeasure about Dr. Esper—

Yeah.

—there was conversations in general about specific, again, operations that we had undertaken under President Trump, which are classified, to accomplish those goals. We had some conversations about the displeasure of not accomplishing those national security goals.

I see. So that's helpful. So there was discussion that you recall—correct me if I'm wrong—about the President being displeased with the CIA or the FBI's role in accomplishing policy goals.

I think maybe, generally speaking, I would characterize it as operational versus policy, but I don't know that I can get—

Well, just tell me what you remember. What was the source of the displeasure?

Well, I can't get into those details, because those operational goals and decisions were and, as I remember, are classified.

So all of it, all of the displeasure of which you're aware, has to do with classified information?

Well, when you're talking about the Director of the Central Intelligence Agency and the Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, yeah, they live in the classified space, as I did for most of my career—or all of it, I think, at the White House.

So I'm telling you we had conversations about it, and I'm telling you it was specific to operations. But I'm telling you I'm not going to disclose—and you've asked me not to—


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127 We don't want you to.

—classified information.

Okay.

So, if somebody talked to me about a job and I didn't get it, I'd be curious about why. Did you ever have conversations with anyone about why you were not ultimately, if given, offered either of those jobs in those two agencies?

I think I spoke to Mr. McEntee about it, like—

What did he say?

—in passing, like, he said the President just decided not to do it or something like that.

Did he say why?

We never got into the details that I can remember.

And you just never asked?

No, because, as I said before, we were busy. I wasn't going to spend time, when I had to execute the mission of the Department of Defense, worrying about the job. I knew I could worry about all of it on January 21st—

Okay.

—because I knew I'd no longer be there. So it might be hard for you to believe, but I put the mission first and made sure that mission was accomplished.

Okay. So, to be clear, you never had any conversation with anyone about why that didn't work out for you, other than Mr. McEntee saying it's not going to work out.

That I can recall. Other than Mr. McEntee, maybe a representative in PPO under him? Maybe? But I just—I don't know.

Was it your sense that Mr. McEntee generally was tasked with sort of


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128 identifying people across the executive branch that were or were not acting in a way that was consistent with the policies of the administration?

I can't guess to that. I can tell you what the role of PPO is.

No, I don't need the role of PPO. Very familiar with that. And I don't want you to guess.

I'm asking whether you had conversations with anyone, had any knowledge about Mr. McEntee essentially evaluating the loyalty of people across the executive branch, loyalty to the President and the administration.

Mr. Glabe. Can we take a break?

[Discussion off the record.]

The Witness. So I've heard—or, excuse me, I've read media reportings that speak to that.

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Beyond the media reporting, do you have any other information, heard from any source, about Mr. McEntee, again, as sort of evaluating the loyalty of various executive branch officials?

Not beyond the media reporting that I can recall.

No conversations with anyone that you recall? Just the media reporting? That's it?

Well, that's pretty much it, because the role of political appointees wasn't in my wheelhouse—

Okay.

—as chief of staff of Department of Defense. That was in PPO.

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129 seems to us to be significant—

Okay.

—seems to us to be unusual, and things that would logically prompt discussion and questions. And we've sort of had four or five of those exchanges.

Let me outline it this way.

Yeah, please.

So, generally, did I have—these were conversations that were happening before and after the election, but—

Yes.

—generally, the PPO office was contacting people, that I'm aware, and looking for who would serve if President Trump, you know, were to win the election, who would serve in the next administration.

So people were having those conversations—

Yeah.

—sure. Do I have any in-depth or even detailed knowledge about how that political-appointed process worked within PPO and Mr. McEntee? No, I don't believe so, and—outside of what we've talked about in the roles, you know, we've discussed.

Uh-huh.

But I have, as I said, read a bunch of media reporting on what—

Yeah.

—you're talking about.

So have we. I'm not interested in you recounting media reporting or your general—

I don't want to.

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130 personal knowledge about the criteria that informed the consideration of various people—

Oh.

—for jobs.

Yeah, when you're talking about criteria, something like that, no, I don't recall that.

Criteria specifically being loyalty to—perceived loyalty to—

Right. I don't recall having those conversations for jobs, as you said.

At all?

I don't recall that.

Okay.

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Mr. Patel, do you know who Mike Lindell is?

The TV guy?

Yes, the My Pillow guy.

Yeah, I mean, I don't know Mike Lindell. I've never talked to Mike Lindell. We've never emailed or chatted. But, I mean—

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The Witness. My lawyers are reminding me, the question appears to be outside the scope of H. Res. 503, to investigate the events of Jan. 6, falls outside of the scope of your legislative purpose. I'm concerned about it—the improper line of questioning and inquiry in an apparent fishing expedition. But I will, nevertheless, do the best to answer this question.

Thank you.

So, on January 15th, Mike Lindell was photographed by The Washington Post


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According to Loudon, the Corsican variety was introduced into England, as long ago as 1759, under the name Pinus sylvestris, maritima, which was adopted by Aiton. In France, the tree in the Jardin des Plantes at Paris was planted in 1774; but the date of introduction of the first seed is probably earlier. The Austrian pine was introduced in 1835 by Lawson of Edinburgh. Var. pallasiana was first raised by Messrs. Lee and Kennedy, Hammersmith, from seeds sent to them about the year 1790 from the Crimea by Professor Pallas. Captain Cook imported seed in 1834 from the Sierra de Segura in the south of Spain; but the plants raised were probably indistinguishable from the ordinary Corsican variety; and there is no record of the introduction of the Pyrenean or Cevennes variety, of which we know of no large trees in this country.

The species has a widespread distribution, extending westwards from Spain into the Cevennes in France, finding its northerly limit in Austria, and descending into Corsica, Italy, Sicily, the Balkan peninsula, Greece, Crete, and Cyprus, it reappears in the Crimea and in Asia Minor, and reaches its most easterly point in the Caucasus.

In Spain, a form considered by Willkomm to be identical with the Corsican variety occurs scattered through the plateaux and mountains of the south-eastern and central provinces, at altitudes between 1000 and 3500 feet. The largest forests occur in the Serrania de Cuenca, and in the sierras of Segura and Cazorla, the most southerly point reached being in the last-named mountain in N. lat. 37° 40' and W. long. 3°.

—The form which occurs in the Pyrenees and the Cevennes is remarkable for its stunted growth and slender leaves. It grows on the Spanish side of the Pyrenees in the province of Aragon, not far from Venasque, between the rivers Esera and Cinca. From this locality, which was visited by Mr. H.L. de Vilmorin in his investigations of the Pyrenean Laricio, seeds were regularly sent to Paris for many years early in the 19th century, by M. Boileau, pharmacist at Bagnéres-de-Luchon.

M. Calas, who has written an elaborate memoir on this variety, accompanied by a map of its distribution and numerous illustrations of the forests reproduced from photographs, discovered it in 1890 on the north side of the Pyrenees near Prades. Here it covers a scattered area of about 3600 acres in the hills south of the river Têt and north of Mount Canigou, the district being called Conflent; and grows on glacial clay at elevations between 1880 and 3300 feet. In most places the original forest has been ruined by sheep-grazing and fires, and usually only small isolated


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said Tommy Dukes. "I'd like to know what the tie is The tie that binds us just now is mental friction on one another. And, apart from that, there's damned little tie between us. We bust apart, and say spiteful things about one another, like all the other damned intellectuals in the world. Damned everybodies, as far as that goes, for they all do it. Else we bust apart, and cover up the spiteful things we feel against one another by saying false sugaries. It's a curious thing that the mental life seems to flourish with its roots in spite, ineffable and fathomless spite. Always has been so! Look at Socrates, in Plato, and his bunch round him! The sheer spite of it all, just sheer joy in pulling somebody else to bits  Protagoras, or whoever it was! And Alcibiades, and all the other little disciple dogs joining in the fray! I must say it makes one prefer Buddha, quietly sitting under a bo-tree, or Jesus, telling his disciples little Sunday stories, peacefully, and without any mental fireworks. No, there's something wrong with the mental life, radically. It's rooted in spite and envy, envy and spite. Ye shall know the tree by its fruit."

"I don't think we're altogether so spiteful," protested Clifford.

"My dear Clifford, think of the way we talk each other over, all of us. I'm rather worse than anybody else, myself. Because I infinitely prefer the spontaneous spite to the concocted sugaries; now they are poison; when I begin saying what a fine fellow Clifford is, etc, etc, then poor Clifford is to be pitied. For God's sake, all of you, say spiteful things about me, then I shall know I mean something to you. Don't say sugaries, or I'm done."

"Oh, but I do think we honestly like one another," said Hammond.

"I tell you we must we say such spiteful things to one another, about one another, behind our backs! I'm the worst."

"And I do think you confuse the mental life with the critical activity. I agree with you, Socrates gave the critical activity a grand start, but he did more than that," said Charlie May, rather magisterially. The cronies had such a curious pomposity under their assumed modesty. It was all so ex cathedra, and it all pretended to be so humble.


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133 Are you—

Did you have any discussion with President Trump about taking action to investigate the claims of these two men in Italy?

Sorry.

[Discussion off the record.]

The Witness. I don't remember having anything to do with that.

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With what? Anything with any—do you remember anything having to do with the claim of two men in Italy rigging the U.S. election and taking any steps to investigate such a matter?

I'm telling you I don't recall that, based on your description.

Do you have any memory of talking to Mark Meadows about such a theory?

I don't recall that.

You don't remember Mark Meadows asking you to investigate?

I don't recall that.

Do you remember calling Richard Donoghue, the Assistant Attorney—Deputy Attorney General at DOJ, about the two men in Italy?

Mr. Glabe. Sorry, do you mean the Acting Deputy Attorney General?

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Sure. Acting.

We called the Department on lots of matters. I think we started talking to Mr. Donoghue when he came online, but I'm not sure what date that was. And—

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I'm not asking for a date. Did you ever talk to Mr. Donoghue about asking DOJ to investigate two claims—the two men in Italy?


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125 Nothing to show you.

—I've answered as best as my memory allows.

Do you have anything on that?

Yeah.

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Was he dissatisfied with the people that were in those positions at the time? I'm talking about the deputy positions at CIA or FBI.

Was "he," the President?

Yeah. Did you, either from him or from any other source, get the sense that he was displeased with those—

I don't believe I can answer that question, because I don't believe I know what he, the President, was or was not about that.

Okay. I'm asking you whether you have any personal knowledge from any source that he may have been displeased with those people which prompted him to consider you or others as replacements.

Well, caveat, when you say "any source"—

Any source.

—there's media reporting that said that. I don't know what that media reporting was in reference to. That—I'm trying to be open with you. I've read that media reporting. So I want to say that that media reporting, I have read it, and it speaks to that.

Beyond the media reporting, no discussions with Mr. McEntee, with the President, with anyone in the White House, about the President being displeased with the people at CIA or FBI?

Which positions?


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131 coming out of the White House with your name in the CIA post.

You'd have to ask Mike Lindell. We've never spoke.

You've never met him? You've never had a discussion with him?

No.

If he was on White House grounds—I just want to be clear, because I know this happened to similar people when they were testifying in the past, especially coming out of Congress. Was he on the compound at the same time I was at the compound? Probably, you know. But I've never spoken to Mike Lindell.

Okay. And that—

That I recall.

And that was on January 15th when that photograph occurred, so—

Well—

—my question is, do you remember speaking to the President around that time about a position at the CIA, which would've been 5 days before the end of his term?

Not that I recall.

Mr. Sofer. Can we take our last quick break?

If we're going to go past 4 o'clock, yeah.

Mr. Sofer. Sure. Can you give us an idea of how much time you're going to need so I can decide how quickly I have to go to the bathroom?

I mean, probably, like, a half an hour more at the best.

Mr. Sofer. Altogether?

I hope so, but I can't promise.

Mr. Sofer. Well, can we take a 2-minute break for me to go to the bathroom?

Sure.

Mr. Sofer. And then we'll come right back.


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132 [Recess.]

And we're back on.

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Mr. Patel, I wanted to talk briefly about some of the actions that President Trump and his allies took to investigate their claims of election fraud.

Okay.

Did you have any conversations with anyone at the White House about these efforts?

Mr. Glabe. Could you define—

The Witness. Yeah, I—

Mr. Glabe. —a little more what you're asking?

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Specifically, are you familiar with the theory about two men in Italy that had confessed to rigging the U.S. election and they were currently in jail?

I don't recall—two men in Italy doing what? Sorry.

That they had confessed to rigging the U.S. Presidential election and they had confessed to it. It's known as Italygate.

Is there, like, an article or something on that?

There might be, but other witnesses have testified about this theory.

Yeah, I—I recall hearing about that. Do I recall any instructions from President Trump about that? No, I don't recall that.

Did you take any action—

From President Trump?

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134 I don't recall that.

Okay.

Mr. Patel, did you make a request of Lieutenant General Scott Berrier to investigate the theory of two men in Italy?

I don't—I don't think I know who Scott Berrier is, unless you can help me remember him.

The Defense Intelligence Agency.

Without more information, I'm afraid I don't have independent recollection of who Mr. Berrier is.

Okay. But just, before we move on from this, you have no memory of asking—of any investigation regarding men in Italy rigging this election?

Mr. Glabe. Do you have anything that could refresh his recollection? Because—

I don't have anything.

Mr. Glabe. Because, on Afghanistan, we went around for 20 minutes and then there was a transcript, so—

I don't intend to—

Mr. Glabe. —is there anything you can show us that might trigger his recollection?

The Witness. I'm just saying I don't recall.

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So, as you know, we've talked to other witnesses, and—

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135 asked him, "What is the situation with the guy in Italy?"

Okay. Didn't my counsel just ask if you have something you could provide us?

This is a transcript.

And you can't provide it to us?

Mr. Glabe. So, if there's any transcripts that would—

We can't—

Mr. Glabe. —refresh his recollection, would you provide that?

The Witness. And you said you would provide us with everything you would ask questions about today. That was the agreement between you and counsel.

Mr. Patel, as a former House staffer, you know we cannot provide you the transcripts of other witnesses.

The Witness. Okay. Well, fair enough. If you can't—

I am attempting to refresh—

The Witness. If you—

—your recollection with the statement from another witness.

The Witness. Yeah. And if all you're going—and if I can't see a transcript, but hear you read a piece of a quote, I'm telling you, I'm not saying it did not happen, I'm saying I don't recall.

And I'm attempting to refresh your recollection.

The Witness. Based on a statement of seven words? I don't recall.

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 Dukes refused to be drawn about Socrates.

"That's quite true, criticism and knowledge are not the same thing," said Hammond.

"They aren't, of course," chimed in Berry, a brown, shy young man, who had called to see Dukes, and was staying the night.

They all looked at him as if the ass had spoken.

"I wasn't talking about knowledge I was talking about the mental life," laughed Dukes. "Real knowledge comes out of the whole corpus of the consciousness; out of your belly and your penis as much as out of your brain and mind. The mind can only analyse and rationalise. Set the mind and the reason to cock it over the rest, and all they can do is to criticise, and make a deadness. I say all they can do. It is vastly important. My God, the world needs criticising today criticising to death. Therefore let's live the mental life, and glory in our spite, and strip the rotten old show.  But, mind you, it's like this; while you live your life, you are in some way an organic whole with all life. But once you start the mental life you pluck the apple. You've severed the connection between the apple and the tree: the organic connection. And if you've got nothing in your life but the mental life, then you yourself are a plucked apple  you've fallen off the tree. And then it is a logical necessity to be spiteful, just as it's a natural necessity for a plucked apple to go bad."

Clifford made big eyes: it was all stuff to him. Connie secretly laughed to herself.

"Well then, we're all plucked apples," said Hammond, rather acidly and petulantly.

"So let's make cider of ourselves," said Charlie.

"But what do you think of Bolshevism?" put in the brown Berry, as if everything had led up to it.

"Bravo!" roared Charlie. "What do you think of Bolshevism?"

"Come on! Let's make hay of Bolshevism!" said Dukes.

"I'm afraid Bolshevism is a large question," said Hammond, shaking his head seriously.

"Bolshevism, it seems to me," said Charlie, "is just a superlative hatred of the thing they call the bourgeois; and what the bourgeois is, isn't quite defined. It is Capitalism, among other things. Feelings and emotions are also so decidedly bourgeois that you have to invent a man without them.


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 check his awful rush to poverty, but without success; he was not to be stopped.

At last the furniture began to go, then the plate, then all the priceless bric-à-brac. Piece by piece it disappeared until the apartments were empty and he had squandered almost all of the $40,350 arising from the sales. The servants were paid off, the apartments relinquished, and he was beginning to know what it meant to be "on his uppers." At the banks he ascertained that the interest on his moneys amounted to $19,140.86. A week before the 23d of September, the whole million was gone, including the amounts won in Lumber and Fuel and other luckless enterprises. He still had about $17,000 of his interest money in the banks, but he had a billion pangs in his heart—the interest on his improvidence.

He found some delight in the discovery that the servants had robbed him of not less than $3,500 worth of his belongings, including the Christmas presents that he in honor could not have sold. His only encouragement came from Grant and Ripley, the lawyers. They inspired confidence in his lagging brain by urging him on to the end, promising brightness thereafter. Swearengen Jones was as mute as the mountains in which he lived. There was


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Dan DeMille and his wife implored Monty to come with them to the mountains before his substance was gone completely. The former offered him money, employment, rest and security if he would abandon the course he was pursuing. Up in Fortieth Street Peggy Gray was grieving her heart out and he knew it. Two or three of those whom he had considered friends refused to recognize him in the street in this last trying week, and it did not even interest him to learn that Miss Barbara Drew was to become a duchess before the winter was gone. Yet he found some satisfaction in the report that one Hampton of Chicago had long since been dropped out of the race.

One day he implored the faithful Bragdon to steal the Boston terriers. He could not and would not sell them and he dared not give them away. Bragdon dejectedly appropriated the dogs and Brewster announced that some day he would offer a reward for their return and "no questions asked."

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 "Then the individual, especially the personal man, is bourgeois: so he must be suppressed. You must submerge yourselves in the greater thing, the Soviet-social thing. Even an organism is bourgeois: so the ideal must be mechanical. The only thing that is a unit, non-organic, composed of many different, yet equally essential parts, is the machine. Each man a machine-part, and the driving power of the machine, hate hate of the bourgeois. That, to me, is Bolshevism."

"Absolutely!" said Tommy. "But also, it seems to me a perfect description of the whole of the industrial ideal. It's the factory-owner's ideal in a nut-shell; except that he would deny that the driving power was hate. Hate it is, all the same: hate of life itself. Just look at these Midlands, if it isn't plainly written up  but it's all part of the life of the mind, it's a logical development."

"I deny that Bolshevism is logical, it rejects the major part of the premisses," said Hammond.

"My dear man, it allows the material premiss; so does the pure mind exclusively."

"At least Bolshevism has got down to rock bottom," said Charlie.

"Rock bottom! The bottom that has no bottom! The Bolshevists will have the finest army in the world in a very short time, with the finest mechanical equipment."

"But this thing can't go on this hate business. There must be a reaction" said Hammond.

"Well, we've been waiting for years we wait longer. Hate's a growing thing like anything else. It's the inevitable outcome of forcing ideas on to life, forcing one's deepest instincts; our deepest feelings we force according to certain ideas. We drive ourselves with a formula, like a machine. The logical mind pretends to rule the roost, and the roost turns into pure hate. We're all Bolshevists, only we are hypocrites. The Russians are Bolshevists without hypocrisy."

"But there are many other ways," said Hammond, "than the Soviet way. The Bolshevists aren't really intelligent."

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 witted. So I even consider our far-famed mental life half-witted. We're all as cold as cretins, we're all as passionless as idiots. We're all of us Bolshevists, only we give it another name. We think we're gods men like gods! It's just the same as Bolshevism. One has to be human, and have a heart and a penis if one is going to escape being either a god or a Bolshevist for they are the same thing: they're both too good to be true."

Out of the disapproving silence came Berry's anxious question:

"You do believe in love then, Tommy, don't you?"

"You lovely lad!" said Tommy. "No, my cherub, nine times out of ten, no! Love's another of those half-witted performances today. Fellows with swaying waists fucking little jazz girls with small boy buttocks, like two collar studs! Do you mean that sort of love? Or the joint-property, make-a-success-of-it, My-husband-my-wife sort of love? No, my fine fellow, I don't believe in it at all!"

"But you do believe in something?"

"Me? Oh, intellectually I believe in having a good heart, a chirpy penis, a lively intelligence, and the courage to say 'shit!' in front of a lady."

"Well, you've got them all," said Berry.

Tommy Dukes roared with laughter. "You angel boy! If only I had! If only I had! No; my heart's as numb as a potato, my penis droops and never lifts its head up, I dare rather cut him clean off than say 'shit!' in front of my mother or my aunt they are real ladies, mind you; and I'm not really intelligent, I'm only a 'mental-lifer.' It would be wonderful to be intelligent: then one would be alive in all the parts mentioned and unmentionable. The penis rouses his head and says: How do you do?—to any really intelligent person. Renoir said he painted his pictures with his penis he did too, lovely pictures! I wish I did something with mine.  God! when one can only talk! Another torture added to Hades!  And Socrates started it."

"There are nice women in the world," said Connie, lifting her head up and speaking at last.

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dau., (laus. = daughter, daughters.

f. = father. 8. = son. k. = king.

n. = uote. w. = wife.

Ahrmtes (people of Euboea), 197

ALantis, island of —, renamed Euboea, 273

Acanias, 8. of Theseus, 523

Araste, 105, 319

Acastus, k. of lolcus, plots the death of Peleus, 185

Achaea, 183, 265, 589

Achaeans, xxxii, xxxiii, 51, 195, 197 ; in Crete, 275, 495, 507, 515, 519, 521, 523, .581, 593

Achelous (river in Aetolia), 105

Acliilles, XX ; shield of —, xxiv, xxvi, XXX ; death of —, xxxi ; contest for arms of —, xxxi, xxxii ; quarrels with Agamem- non, xx.'ciii, xxxviii ; a. of Peleus and Thetis, 153, 189 ; edu- cated by Chiron, 190; wounds Telt'phus, marries J)eidameia, heals Telephus, 493; quarrels with Agamemnon, desires to see Ilelen, receives HriseTs as a prize, 495; enrage<l with Agamemnon, 503, 507 ; slain by Paris, arms of — awarded to Odysseus, 509 ; ghost of — appears to Neopto- lemiis, 511 ; reaches Scyros, 513, 519; Polyxena sacrificed to —, 523 ; ghost of — warns Agamem- non and the Achaeans, 527

Acrnon (one of the Cercopes), 639

Acria, 201

Acrias, 201

Acrisius, f. of Danag, 169

Actaea, 97

Actor, 101 ; f. of Prot^silaUi, 195

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Acusilaiis, 273 ; s. of Odysseus and Penelope, 533

Admete, 105, 310

Admetus, 213 n., 263, 205; s. of Angelas, 517

Adonis, s. of Phoenix, 171

Adrastus, xxix, 173, 217, 485 and n.

Aeacus, 153 ; and the Myrmidons, 185, 187 ; sons of —. 277

Aeetes, s. of Helios, 151 ; f. of Medea, 153, 263, 271, 579

Aega, 175

Aegae, 327 ; Poseidon lord of — 449

Aegaeon, 8. of Earth and Sea, aids tlie Titans, 481

Aegeum, Mt., 115

Aegeus, f. of 'i'heseus, 233

Aeaimius, doubtful authorship of the —, XXV, xxix, 271, 273, 275

Aegina, 197, 263, 327, 593

Aegis, the —, 149, 251

Aegis- wearing, pasxim

Aegisthus, xxxiii, 191 ; murders Agamemnon, 527

Aegle, wedded to Theseus, 207 ; a ilesperid, 281

Aegyptus, 107, 287

Aello (a rianjy), 99

Ai-llopus (a ilarpy, aforegoing), 179

A(ii'::is, 8. of Anchiscs and Aphro- dite, 153; signilicance of name, 419 and n. ; sails with Paris, 491 ; cattle of — driven oil' by Achillea, 495 ; given as a prize to Neopto- lemus, and other accounts of — ,

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519 and n. ; withdraws from Troy, 521

Asnos, Zeus lord of, 179

Aeolians, their name for the blind, 569

Aeolian, epithet of SmjTna, 469

Aeolic race, sprung from Aeolus, xxii

Aeolis, xiii, xiv, 49

Aeolisms in Hesiod, xiv

Aeolius, 261

Aeolus, s. of Hellen, xxii, 157

Aepy, 355

Aepytus, 209

Aerope, w. of Atreus, 203

Aesagea, 327

Aeschylinus of Pyrrha, f. of Lesches the Cyclic poet, 517

Aeschylus, 203

Aesepus, 105

Aeson, son of — (Jason), 153, 163 ; made young by Medea, 527

Aether, s. of Night, 87 ; f. of Heaven, 481

Aetliiopiana, 43 n., 179

Aethiopis (a Cyclic poem), contents of —, xxxi ; by Arctiuus of Miletus, 507, 509

Aethhus, 161

Aethra (mother of Theseus), 523

Aotliusa, 571

Aetna, 141 n.

Aetolia, 157

Africa, 43 n.

Aganiedes, xxxvii ; with Tropho- nius builds temple of Apollo at Delphi, 345 ; story of —, 531

Agamemnon, quarrels with Achilles, death of • —, xxxiii, 191 ; woos Helen for Menelaiis, 193, 105 n. ; s. of Pleisthenes, 203 ; offends Artemis, 493 ; quarrels with AchUles, 495 ; receives Clirysei's as a prize, ib. ; gives feast at Lemnos, 502 n. ; daus. of —. 503, 519, 523 ; quarrels with Mene- laiis about return from Troy, 525 ; sails from Trw, murdered by Aegisthus, 527, b77

Aganus, s. of Paris by Helen, 501

Agave, dau. of Nereus, 97 ; dau of Cadmus, 151

Age (personified), 95

Ages, the Five — of the world, xvii

Agelaiis, 217

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Agenor, f. of Phoenix, 171, 517, 519

Agias of Troezen, author of the Returns, xxxiii, 525, (as Hegias) 527

Aglaea (one of the Graces), 145 ; wedded to Hephaestus, 149

Aglaophonus (one of the Sirens), 181

Agrius, s. of Odysseus and Circe, 153

Alaiites (tiie two), 585

Aias (s. of Telamon), contest with Odysseus, xxxi ; madness of — , xxxli, 197, named after the eagle sent by Zeus. 257 and n. ; rescues the body of Achilles, disputi-s with Odysseus for arms of Achillea, kills himself, madness and death of —, 509 ; dispute with Odys- seus, burial of —, 513

Aias (s. of Olleus), offends Athena, 521 ; death of —, 527

Aidoneus (Pluto), 145, 289, 295; gives Persephone pomegranate seed, 315

Aldus, xxvi, 17 and n.

Alazygus, 189

Alcaeus of Messene, epigram of — on Hesiod, xvii

Alcaeus, 215. 221

Alcathoiis, 261

Alcidamas (the Sophist), xll ; Museum, of —, 589

Alcides, 227

Alcinous, 183

Alcmaoc, s. of Amphiaraiis, 217

Alcmene, xxiv ; mother of Heracles 117. 149, 219; follows Aiaphi- trvon to Thebes, 221, 253, 257, 439

Alcyone (one of the Pleiades), 67, 189

Alexandrine, Alexandrian, — critic- ism and Hesiodic poems, xii ; — age, xxviii ; collection of Homeric Hymns possibly formed in — period, xxxiv

Alexandrus (Paris) decides the contest of beauty between the goddesses, sails to Sparta, carries off Helen, 491 ; son of — by Helen, 501 ; slays Achilles, 509 ; killed by Philoctetes, 511

Allen (T. W.) and Sikes, xxxiv, xxxv n., xxxviii, xxxix

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Alpheus. 103, 218, 219, 287, 355,

371, 372 n., 375. 393 Alpliesiboea. w. of PhoenLx, 171 AltPs (Humor), u6'.> Althaea (mother of Meleager), 183,

tlj. 217 and n. Alus (in Aetolia), 159 Aiycus, slaiu by Theseus, 501 Amsrynces, 183 Amazon, 507, 509 Amphiaraiis. xxix ; sons of —, 193 ;

story of —, 217 ami n.. 219, 267 ;

Expedition of — to Thebes attri-

bulecl to Homer. 533 Ampludamas, fimeral games of — ,

xiii. x^^. 51. 517. 571 Aniphidoc-us, s. of Orchomenus. 283 Ampliilochns. s. of Amphiaraiis,

267 ; slain by Apollo, 271 ^ Amphimachus, 219 Ampliion. sons of —, 173 ; builds

walls of Tiiebes, 215 Amphiphanes, murderer of Hesiod,

xvi. 587 Amphirho, 105 Amphitrite, 97. 99 ; present at birth

of Apollo, 331 Amphitryon, 103. 221, 223, 225,

231. 249, 251, 253 Ampyce, 233 Amyrus, 211 Amythaon, 163; f. of Jlclampua,

100; sons of —, 277 Anaiirus, 253 Anaxibia, sister of Agamemnon,

208 Anclilscs, xxxviii : f. of Aeneas, 1 53 ;

loved by Aphrodite, 411, 413, 415,

417,419,421 n..519 Androgeos (Eurygyes), s. of Minos,

205 AncU'omaehe, xxvi, 505 ; given as a

prize to Neoptolcmus, 519, 523 Antilochiis, slain by Memnon, xxx,

507 ; burial of —, 509 Antioche, w. of Eurytus, 535 Antiope, 207, 215 ; loves Theseus,

527 Antij)hus, 589

Antimaclius, Thebaia of —, 487 n. Antimachus (of Teos), reputed

author of the Epigoni, xxix Anthe, 253 Anthea. 247

AnthemoSssa (island of the Sirens), 181

Antron, 325

Apelles. 571

Aphareus. 503

Aphotae (in Magnesia), 255

Aphiihia (in Attica), sacked by the IHoacuri. 501

Aphidiius, k. of Aphidna, 501

Aphrodite, xxxviii, 7, 41, 79 ; derivation of her name. 93, 139, 151 ; carries olf Pliaethon, 153, 155, 163. 167 n. ; lays curse on daus. of Tyndareus, 1!)1, l',i3, 221, 223, 259, 297, 330. 407-427 passim ; adorned by the Hours, 427 ; queen of Salainis and Cyprus. 435 ; rivalry with Hera and Athena, urges Paris to go to Sparta, 491, 495, 499, 577, and passim

Apollo. XV and n., xxxvi ; bom on a seventh day, 59, 79 ; patron of minstrels, 85 ; protector of youth, 105 ; 8. of Zeus anii Leto, 145 ; f. of Asclepius, 189 ; slays the Cyclopes, 191 ; as prophet, 201 n.; builds walls of Troy with Posei- don, 209, 21 1 n., 213 and n.; slays Meleager, 217 ; called Pairasaean, 225, 227 ; plays tlie lyre amid the gods, 235, 253 ; f. of Chaoron, 259, 261, 271, 275; Hymus to, 281, 325, 329; claims the lyre, the bow, and prophetic arts as prerogatives, 333, 335, 337. 339, 341, 343, 345; kills the she- dragon at Delphi, punishes Tel- phusa, why called Pythian, 351 ; guides Cretans to Delplii to be his ministers, 353, 363, 365, 371 ; seeks cattle stolen by Hermes, 377. 3S5 ; ple.-ids against Hermes before Zeus, 380-391 ; tries to bind Hermes, 393, 395 ; receives the lyre from Hermes, 399 ; gives staff of riches to Hermes, 401, 405 ; seeks to wed Hestia, 409, 417, 429, 435, 441 ; temple of — at Pytho, 449; putroii of minstrels, 451, 453, 489, 507; aids Paris in slaying Achilles, 509 ; separates Atliena and Ares, 531, 539, 571 ; dedication to — by Uoiuer, 6'Jl ; Homeric Hymn

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to — recited at Delos, 595, and

passim Apollodorus, 169 Apolloniiis (of Rhodes) on the Diri-

nation by Birds, xix, 65, 179, 181 ;

on the Shield of Ueracles, 207,

359 n. Arabus, 167 Arcadia, 69 ; Pelasgians in, 175 ;

Hermes Inrd of, 30?,, 441, 445 Areas, s. of Callisto and Zeus, 69 Arcliiloclius, xl Arctinus (of Miletus), possible

author of tiie Titanomacliy, xxix ;

author of the Aethiopis and Sack

of Ilium, xxxi, xxxii, 481, 507,

621, 513, 525 Arcturus. rising of —, 45, 49 Arctus, 223 Ardescus, 105 Areion, the horse of Heracles,

229 ; the horse of Adiastus, 485

and n. Areithous, 173 Arena, 355 ~

Ares, 13 ; s. of Zeus and Hera, 147,

149, 183, 205, 207, 215, 219, 225,

227, 233, 243, 245, 249, 251 ;

wounded by Heracles, 253, 339,

407 ; course of — • through the

heavens, 433, 471, 499, 507 ; f. of

Penthesiloia, 509, 511 ; routs

the army of Odysseus, repelled

by Athena, 531, 551, 559, 561,

585 AreVtor, 261

Arete, w. of Alcinoiis, 183 Argea, Argeia, dau. of Adrastus,

173, 217 Arges, one of the Cyclopes, 89 Argive, Argives, 193, 197, 199, 257,

487, 593 Argo, 181, 255 Argonauts, xxiii, 175, 181 Argos, 167, 169, 193; (s. of Zeus),

257, 259 ; (s. of Phrixiis), 263,

485, 493, 591 ; visit of Homer to

—, 593 ; decrees honours to

Homer, 595 Argus, watcher of lo, 273 ; slain

by Hermes, 275 Argus, Slayer of — (Hermes), 313,

315, 339, 369, 385, 391, 393, 415,

421, 425, 441 ; associated with

Hestia, 455

Argyphaea, 355

Ariadne (dau. of Minos), wedded by Dionysus, 149 ; deserted by Theseus, 207, 493 ; feast of — , 589

Arima, dwelling-place of Echidna, 101

Arimi, the, 141 n.

Aristaeus, 151 ; 's. of Apollo and Cyrone, 203

Aristas, 259

Aristarchus, 161

Aristoniachus, 261

Aristophanes (of Byzantium), 75

Aristotle, on the Little Uia/I, xxxii ; on the burlesque Homeric poems. xl

Arnae, 173

Arne, 247, 253

Arsjnoe, 189

Artemis, xxxviii, 69, 71, 79; dau. of Zeus and Leto, 145, 205 ; com- panion of Perseplioue, 319 ; born in Ortygia, 325 ; hymned at Delos, 337, 339 ; unsubdued by Aphrodite, 407, 413, 415; drives to meet Apollo at C'laros, 435 ; as huntress, 453 ; delays sailing of Greek host to Troy, 493 ; transports Iphigeneia to tlie land of the Tauri, 495, 505, 507, 577 ; temple of — at Delos, 595

Artemisia, queen of Halicarnassus, xU, 537

Asbolus (a Centaur), 233

Asclepiades, 189

Asclepius, s. of Apollo and Arsinoe, 189 ; slahi by Zeus, 213 ; healer of sickness, 441

Ascra (in Boeotia), xiii, xiv ; Hesiod buried at —, xvi ; Hesiod's father settles at —, 51, 567, 589

Asia (dau. of Tetliys), 105

Asine (in Laconia), 197, 593

Aspledon, s. of Orchomenus, 283

Asteria, dau. of Phoebe and Coeus, 109

Asterion, k. of the Cretans, 171

Asteropo, one of the Pleiades, 67

Astraeus, s. of Crius and Eurybia, 107

Astronomy, the (or Astrology), contents of —, xix, 67

Astyanax, s. of Hector, kUled by

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Neoptoleiniis, 519; killed by Odysseus. 523 ; death of —, 523 Astvaoii3, 517

Atalauta, dau. of Schoeueus, 163 ; race of — with Hippomenes, xxiii, 165, 167 Athan-.as, 157, 271 n., 281 Athena, xxx%nii, xl ; decks Pan- dora, 7, 35, 79, 103 ; decks Pan- dora, 121 ; dan. of Metis, 143 ; born of Metis tlirough head of Zeus, 147, 149 ; instructs Eury- nome, 159. 161, 163, 167, 229, 243, 251, 253 ; birth of —, 347, 407, 413 ; as war-poddoss, 437 ; teaches men handicrafts, 447, 453 ; birth of —, 455, 473 ; rivalry with Hera and Aphrodite, 491, 497, 499 ; aids Odysseus to win the arms of Achilles, 509, 511, 513, 521 ; plans to destroy the Greeks, 523 ; causes quarrel between Agamemnon and Mene- laiis, 525 ; flghts with Ares, 531, 555, 585,

Athenaeus, on authorship of the Aetjimiits, xxv, xxLx

Athens. 195 ; contest in memory of Eurygyes at —, 205, 327, 429 n. ; Medea flees from Corinth to —, 535 ; sacked by the Dioscuri, 501 ; ^^sited by Homer, 591, 593

Athos, 327

Atlas, f. of the Pleiades, 67 ; s. of lapetus, 115; upholds Heaven, 117, 133 n., 149, 441

Atreidae, 529

Atreus, 199 : grandfatlier of Aga- memnon and Iileiielaiis, 203 ; sons of —, 277, 529 n., 579, 581

Atropos, 95 and n., 145 ; chief of the Fates, 239

Attic, xxxvi

Attica, 501

Auyeas, 531

Aulis. gatherins-place of the Achaean host against Troy, 51, 493

Autocane, 327

Autolycus, powers of thieving of — , 209

Autonoc, dau. of Cadmus, 99, 151

Axion, 517

Azan, dau. of —, 338

Bacchic (a title of Dionysus), 447 Bacrhylides, 171, 217 n., 281 Badness, the way to —, 25 Battle of the Frogs and Mice (Batrachomyomachia), author- ship of the —, xli, 537, 543 Battles, offspring of Strife. 97 Battus, story of —, 263, 265, 267

and n. Bear -warden, the —, 69 Beetle (agricultural implement), 35 Beety (a Frog) 557 Bellefophon, slays Chimaera, 103 ; s. of Poseidon, slays Chimaera, 159 Belus, f. of Tlironia, 167 Bia (Force), child of Styx, 107 Biblis, wine of —, 47 Blackbottom (Heracles). 539 Blame, c-liild of Night, 95 Boebian Lake, the —, 211 Boeotia, Boeotians, new form of Epic in —. X, xiv, 173, 175, 215, 221, 265, 281, 487 n. Boeotian Scliool, origin of —, xi,

xii ; poems of —, xii, xxv Boneless One, the — (octopus), 41 Bootes, the Bear-warden, sc. Areas,

B. of Callisto, 69 Boreas, xxvii, 41, 43 ; s. of Astraeus, 107, 143 ; sous of —, 179 and n., 203 Bread-nibbler (a Mouse), 545, 549

557, 559 Bread-stealer (a Mouse), 561 Brewer (a Frog), 557 Briareos, s. of Heaven, 89 ; (Obria- reus), 125, 131 ; weds Cyrnopolea, 139 Briseis, the prize of Achilles, 495 Brontes, one of the Cyclopes, 89 Bronze, use of — in the Third Age of the World. 13 ; invented by the Idacan Dactyls. 77 Brygi, war of the — with Thespro-

tians. 531 Butes, 205, 259 Byzantine interpolations, xll

Cabbage-climber (a Frog), 559 Cabbage-eater (a Frog), 557 Cadineans (Thebans), destroyed by

Sphinx, 103, 219, 489 Cudmus, land of — (Thebea), 15;

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wedsHarmonia, 149 ; daus.of — ,

151 ; men of —. 221, 269. 433,

485 ; descendants of —, 489 Caeneus, 231

Caicus (river in Mysia), 105 Calais, s. of Boreas, 179 n. Calchas, deatli of -—. 267 and n. ; at

Aulis, 493 and n. ; at Colophon,

527 Callichorus, a spring near Eleusis,

309 Callidice, 297 ; eldest dan. of

Celeus. 299 ; queen of theT:hcs-

protians, marries Odysseus, 531 Callimaclnis. epigrnm of — on the

Takinn ofOechalia, 533 Calliope, chief of the Muses, mspirer

of eloquence, 85, 459, 569, 571 Callhhoe, 101, 105; wedded by

Clirysaor, 151, 319 Calhthoe, 297

Callisto, dau. of Lycaon,69, 71, 577 Calyce, 161

Calydon, boar of —, 215, 217 and n. Calypso, 105, 153 : loves Odysseus,

155,319; sonof — by Odysseus,

533 Camilla, 211.n.

Capaiicus. slain by Zeus, 5C1, 593 Capetus, 261

Capherides Rocks, storm at —, 527 Carpathos, 327 Cassandra, 491 ; violated by Aias,

521 Cassiopea. 171 Castor, 191, 193, 195. 441 ; tam.er

of horses, 461 ; slain by Idas,

491 ; of mortal nature, 499 ;

wounded by Aphidnus, 501, 503 Catalogues of Women, appended to

the Theogowj, xxi ; contents and

nature of —, xxii : interpolated

episodes in —, xxiii ; endiBg of

—, xxiv Cebrenians, 471 CedaUon guides Orion when blinded

71 Celaeno (one of the Pleiades), 67 Celaenus, 219 Celeus, lord of Eleusis, 295 ; s. of

Eleusis, daus. of—. 297, 299, 301,

305 ; builds a temple for Demeter,

311 ; instructed by Demeter in

her mysteries, 323 Celmis (an Idaean Dactyl), 77

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Cenaeum, 341

Centaur, Centaurs, xx, 185 ; battle

of — with Lapithae, 233, 381 ;

slain by Heracles, 553 Cephalus, husband of Eos, 153;

s. of Deion, an Athenian, 489 Cephisus, 173, 341 Cephisian Lake, 345 Ceramicus, the — at Athens, 205 Cerberus, the hound of Hades, 101,

103, 135 Cerceis, 105

Cercopes, the two —, xl, 539 and n. Cercops of Miletus, possible author

of the Aegiinius, xxv, 275 Ceto, 97, 99, 103 Ceyx, k. of Trachis, xxiv, 245 ;

biuries Cycnus, 253 ; the Marriaye

of—, 255 Cliaeron, s. of Apollo and Thero,

259 Chaos, first of all beings, 87, 131,

139 Chalcis (in Euboea), xiii, xv ; war

between — and Eretna, xvi, .M ,

271; (in Peloponnesus), 355;

contest of Homer and Hesiod at

—, 571, 573, 587 Chalcidians, x'i, 573 Chalcodon, 197, 261 Chariclo, w. of Chiron, 483 Charites (Graces), daus. of Zeus,

names of —, 145 Char, a gnome, the plague of

potters, 473 Cheese-carver, (a Mouse) 551 Chians, xxxvii ; claim Homer for

their coimtryman, 567 Chimaera, slain by Bcllerophon,

103, 159. 351 Cliios, sacrifice in honour of Honipr

sent from Argos to —, 595 ; the

blind poet of —, 337 Chiron (the Centaur). Precepts of — ,

XV, XX, 72 ; educates Medeus, 153 ;

educates Tason, 163 ; educates

Achilles, 199, 475 ; s. of Cronos

by Philyra, 485 ; gives Peleus a

spear-shaft, 497 Chryseis, dau. of Ocean and Tethys,

105, 319 ; the prize of Agamem- non, 495, 505 Chrysaor (Golden-Sword), 101 ; f.

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Cinaethon, author of the Slory of

Ocdipm. 483 Circe, xxxiii ; daii. of Helios. 151,

153, 181, 475; marries Telenia-

chus, 531 Circuit of the Earlh (a Hesiodic

poem), xsiii, 179 Cirrha, 175 Claros, Calchas dies at —, 2G7, 327 ;

the seat of ApoUo, 435 Cleisidice. 297

Cleeia (oue of the Hyades), 69 Cleio (one of tlie Muses). 83 Cleobulus of Liudus, author of the

"Homeric" epigram ou Midas,

xl fleodaeus, 277 Cleautlie.9. 567 Cleolla. mother of Agamemnon and

JlenelaUs, 203 Clotiio (one of the Fates), 95 andn.,

145, 239 Cl.vraene, 105 ; dan. of Ocean,

weds lapetus, 117 ; dau. of

Minyas, 209 Clymeiius. s. of Oeneus, 217 ; 8. of

Orcliomenus, 283 Clytaemne.stra, false to Agamem- non, 191 ; aids Aesistlius to

murder Agamemnon, 527 Clvtie. 105 Clvtius. 207 Cnidos, 327

Cnossus (in Crete), 353, 359 Coeus, 8. of Heaven, 89 ; weds

Phoebe, 109, 329 Colclds, 271 n., 579 Colophon, 267 n. ; destruction of — ,

489 ; Teiresias buried at —, 527,

537 Colophonian. the — author of the

Returns, 529 ; claim to Homer,

567 Communion by ritual-drauglit in

Eleusiman mysteries, 3(K5 and n. Contest of Homer and Ilesiud,

composite nature of —, main con-

t.cnts of —, xU, xlii ; value of — ,

xlii Continental Greece, Epic poetry

in —, X, xiii, xxxiv Corinthus, Isthmus of —, xvi, 197,

265 ; Medea kills Crcon at — ,

535 : visit of Homer to —. 593 Coroni8(oue of the Hyades), 60, 189,

211 ; dau. of Phlecyai?. weds lacliya, 213; bears Asclepius to Apollo, 441

Corycus, 327

Coryphasium (Pylos), Eermes hides Apollo's cattle at —, 265

Cos, 327

Cottus, 8. of Heaven, 89 : bound by Cronos, released by Zeus, 125, 127. 131 ; lives in Tartarus, 133, 139

CratoB (Strength), 107

Crane, the, 37

Creon, k. of Thebes, 225 ; f. of Haemon, 483 : k. of Corinth, poisoned by Medea. 535

Creophylus (of Samon). reputed author of tlie Taking of Oec/ialia, 533, 535, 595

Cretans, xxxvi ; ministers of Apollo at Delplil, 353, 357 ; paean- sLngcrs, 361

Crete, 71.77, 115,151, 171,197,275, 297, 327, 357, 491, 547, 589

Cretheis, mother of Homer, 567, 569

Crctheus, 8. of Aeolus, 157, 163

Criiiacus. s. of Zeus, 183

Crisa. 343, 345, 355, 357

Crisaeans, 357

Criiis, s. of Heaven, 89 ; weds Eiirybia, 107

Croakerson (a Frog), 559

Croiset. MM., xv, xxx, xl

Crow, life of the —, 75

Cronius, 261

Cronos, story of ■ — ■, xxl ; reigns in the Golden Age, 11 ; rules over the departed heroes, 15, 79: over- come by Zeus, 83; s. of Earth and Heaven, 89 ; idots against Heaven, 01 ; niutiUit is his father, 93, 109 ; swyllows liis cliildren, 113; swallows a stone in place of Zeus, vomits up his children, 115; confines IJriareus, Cottus, and Gyes, 125, 127, 141, 349, 407 and n. ; dau. of — (Hcstia), 457 ; f. of Chiron by Philyra, 483

Cronos, son of —, passim

Crotalns, 26)

Crumb-snatcher (a Mouse), 454 (T.

Cruni. 355

Crudcbake. a pnomo harmful to potters, 473

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Ctesippus, 217

Ctimenus, 589

Cuckoo, the —, 39

Curetes, 277

Cyanus, 231 n.

Cybele, mother of the gods, 439

Cychreus, the saake of —, 207

Cycle, the Epic —, meaning of the

term, xxix Cyclic poets, date of the — •, xxvi ;

characteristic of, xxxi, 501, 515,

523 Cyclopes, the names of —, 89 ;

killed by Apollo, 191, 213 n. ;

sons of Earth and Heaven, 481 Cycnus, s. of Ares, killed by Hera- cles, xxiv, 225-253 passim ; s. of

Poseidon, slain by Achilles, 495 Cylleue (in Arcadia), 67 ; Hermes

lord of —, 363, 375, 387, 441 Cyllenian (Hermes), 385, 387, 891,

393, 441 Cymatolege, 99 Cyme (in Aeolis) xiU ; home of

Hesiod's father, 49, 467, 469 and

n. Cymo, 99 Cymopolea, dau. of Poseidon, w.

of Briareus, 139 Cymotlioe, 97 Cynaethus of Chios, reputed author

of the Delian part of the Hymn

to Apollo, xxxvii Cynthus, a hill in Delos, 325, 327,

335 Cypria, doubtful authorship of — ,

xxxii ; contents of —, xxxii,

xxxiii, 185, 201 ; first poem in tlie

Trojan Cycle composed by

Stasinus, 489 ; given by Homer to

Stasinus as a dowry, Hegesias

possible author of —, 497, 503,

505, 507 Cyprian, the (Aphrodite), 273, 407 Cyprian Histories (the Cypria) Cyprogenes (Aphrodite, the

" Cyprian-born "), 93 Cyprus, 77, 93, 411, 427, 431 ;

birthplace of Aphrodite, 435 ;

Helen in —,501, 569 Cyrenaean, 533 Cyrene, xxxiii, 213, 531 Cyrnus, the comrade of Theogni?,

XV

Cythera, 93

Cytherea (Aphrodite), 93, 149, 153,

407,419,427,435 Cytisorus, s. of Plirixus, 263

Dactyls, the Idaean, 77

Daemon, 569

Damnameneus (an Idaean Dactyl),

77 Danae, 169, 235, 237 Danal, 219, 511, 519 Danaiis, 167

Dardania (land of Troy), 511 Dark-haired One (Poseidon), 99 Darkness of Death, 239 Dardanus, s. of —, (Anchises), 419 ;

Palladium given to — by Zeus, 523 Daughters of Leucippus (a Hesiodic

poem), xxiii, 191 Day, dau. of Nigiit, 87 ; journey-

ings of —, 133 Day-sleeper, the — (the burglar), 47 Dawn (see also Eos), 49, 113, 387 Death, seizes the Brazen Race, 13, J

95 ; the brother of Sleep, 135 ^ Deceit, 95 Deianeira, and the poisoned robe,

217 Deidameia, dau. of Lycomedes, 493 Deion, 209 ; an Athenian, 489 Deipliobus, marries Helen, 511 ;

slain by Menelaiis, 521 Delas, the inventor of bronzo-

smelting, 77 Delians, 595 Delian Hymn to Apollo, festival,

choirs, xxxvi, 335 f. Delphi, xvi, xxxvi, xxxvii ; temple

of Apollo at —, 453, 489, 517 n.,

571, 587, 591 Delphians, anoint tlie stone swal- lowed by Cronos, 115 Delphiuius (title of Apollo), 353 n.,

359 Delos, XV, xxxvi, xxxvii ; contest

of Homer and Hesiod at —, 281 ;

Apollo born at —, 325, 327, 329,

331, 333 ; the special delight of

Apollo, girl-clioirs at —, 335, 337 ;

Homer recites the Hymn to

Apollo on the Altar of Horns at

—, 595 Demeter, story of — and Per.se-

phone, XXXV, 5, 25, 31, 47, 63;

wedded to Zeus, 145 ; wedded to

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Demo, 297

Democritus (of Troezen), 569

Demodes, 589

Demodoce, 171

Bemodocus, Lay of —, contrasted with the Hymn to Aphrodite, xxxviii

Demoplion, s. of Theseus, 519, 523

Demophoon, s. of Celeus, nursed by Demeter, 305, 307

Deo (Demeter). 293, 303, 325

Descent of Theseus into Hades, a Hesiodic poem, xxiii

Desire (Himerus), 83, 93

Destinies, 95

Deucalion, xxii ; s. of Prometheus, 155, 157 ; s. of Minos, 197, 209

Dias, f. of CleoUa, 203

Dictys, 8. of Magnes, 157

Didaeon, s. of Eurytus, 207

Didymus. 535

Dike (Justice), 145

Diodes, Dioclus, a prince of Eleusis, 299, 323

Diodorus Siculus, mentions a collec- tion of Hymns, xxxiv

Diomedes, xxxii, 505 ; brings Philoctetes from Leninos", aitis Odysseus to steal the Paiiadiiini, 511 ; returns home from Troy, 525 ; followers of — . 593

Dione, 79 ; dan. of Tetiiys, 105 ; present at birth of Apollo. 331

Dionysiac element at Eleusis, xxxvi

Dionysus, xxxviii, 49 ; s. of Zeus and Semele, 149; weds Ariridne, 149 ; rites of —, 169, 211 ; tjivos

grapes to men, 249 ; birthplace of —, 287 and n. : adventure of — with pirates, 429-433 ; Bacchic. 447 ; reared and accom- panied by Nymphs. 451

Dioscuri, 161 ; sack Athens, 501

Disputes, offspring of Strife, 97

Divination by Birds, the —, attached to the ^^'or1is and Days, rejected by Apollonius lUiodius, probable purpose of —, xLx. 65

Dins, supposed f. of Hesiod and Perseg, xiii, 571, 581

Dodona, oracle at —, 215 ; the oak- grove at —, 279

Dogs, treatment of —, 47 ; taming of—, 61, 471

Dolichus, a prince of Eleusis, 299

Doom, s. of Night. 95

Dorian race sprung from Dorus, xxii

Dorians in Crete, 275

Doris, w. of Nereus, 97 ; dau. of Nereus, ib. ; dau. of Tethya and Ocean, 105

Dorus, s. of Hellen, xxii, 157

Dotian plain, 441

Dotium, 211

Doto, 97

Doso. assumed name of Demeter, 297

Dread, attendant of Ares, 253

Dreams, offspring of Niglit, 95

Dres. 571

Dryalus (a Centaur), 233

Dryas (a Lapith), 231

Dryops, 445

Dulichiuni, 355

Dyme, 355

Dynamene, 97

Earth, xxi, xxix; causes death of Orion, 71 ; source of the ilacc of Silver, 75, 79, 81, 87 ; second of the three primeval bcinijs. 87 and n. ; plots against Heaven, 91 ; mates with Sea, 97, 109, 113; receives Zeus from Rhea, 115 ; keep.s thunder and lightning iiidden, 117, 127, 131; gives birtli to Typhoetis, 139 ; promjits till! gods to make Zeus their king, 143. 331, 349. 351 ; the Mother of All, who enrichea men, 457,

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471 ; union of — with Heaven,

481, 501 Earth-holder (Poseidon), 79, 259,

377 Earth-shaker (Poseidon), 53, 79,

111 ; s. of Ehea and Cronos, 113,

149, 227, 259. 449 ; gives gifts of

healing to Machaon and Poda-

leirius, 525 Echemus, k. of Arcadia, deserted

by his wife Timandra, 191 Echidna, dwelUng of —, mother of

Orthus and Cerberus, 101 ;

mother of the Lernaean Hydra,

103 Echinades Islands (off coast of

Acarnania), 179 Echo, 445

Egypt. 431 ; Menelaiis in, 527 Egyptians, 43 n. ; mode of thresh- ing amongst the ^modern —, 63

n. ; co.smology of the ancient — ,

93 n., 569 Eileithyia, dau. of Zeus and Hera.

147, 331 ; assists at birth of

Apollo, 333 Eion, 517

Ei'oue, dau. of Nereus, 99 Eiones, 593 Eirene (Peace), 145 Eiresiae, 327 Elara, mother of Tityos by Zeus,

173 Eiatus, one of the Lapithae, f. of

Ischys, 213 ; s. of — (Ischys), 339 Electra, one of the Pleiades, 67 ;

dau. of Ocean, mother of Iris

and the Harpies by Thaiimas,

99 ; a river-nymph, dau. of

Tethys and Ocean. 105, 319 Electryon, 217 n.. 219 ; dau. of

(Alcmena), 221, 227 Elephenor, of Euboea, woos Helen,

197 Eleusis, xx.w ; snake of Cyehreus

at —, 207 ; f. of Celeus, 297, 311,

325 Eleusinian, Eleusinians, xxxv,

xxxvi ; war amongst the —, 309 ;

— ■ mysteries, 303 and n., 323 Eleuther, hills of —, the domain of

Mnemosyne, 83 Elis, 261, 355, 531 Eniathion, s. of Eos and Tithouus,

153

Emulation, one of the two Strifes, xviii

Enceladus, s. of Tartarus and Earth, overthrown by Zeus, 501

Endymion, s. of Zeus and Calyce, 161 ; cast out from Heaven into Hades, 261

Enienae, 341

Eniocha, w. of Creon k. of Thebes, 225

Envy, the curse of the Iron Age, 17

Enyo, one of the Graiae, 99

Eoiae, the —, part of the Catalogues of Vomen, xxii ; meaning of the title, xxiii, xxiv

Eos (Dawn), 79 ; dau. of Hyperion, 107 ; bears Memnon to Tithonus, Phaethon to Cephalus, 153, 377 ; story of — and Tithonus, 421- 423 ; dau. of Hyperion and Eurypliai'ssa, 459 ; obtains im- mortality for Memnon. 507

Eospliorus (the Morning Star), 107

Epei. Epeians, 183 ; rulers of Elis, 353

Epeius, builds the Wooden Horse, 511

Epliorus on the Pelasgi, 175

Epic, the early Gireek —, three periods of —, ix. xi ; — Cycle, tlie beginning of the, 481, 480

Epicasta (otlierwise Polycasta), dau. of Kestor, mother of Homer, 569

Epidaurus, 197 ; s. of Argos, 257, 593

Epifioni (i) a poem of the Epic Cycle, xxix ; attributed to Homer, 487 : composition of. 591 (ii) " The After-born," send first- fruits of the spoils from Thebes to Delplii, 489

Epimetheus, receives Pandora from Zeus, 9 ; s. of lapetus and Clymene, how he did mischief to men, 117

Epiphrades, 571

Epithalanmim of Peleus and Thetis, a Hesiodic poem, xxiii

Epopeus, story of — ,.told by Nestor, 493

Erato, one of the Muses, 83, 97

Eratosthenes, the Hesiod of —, 589

Erebus, s. of Chaos. 87 ; (as a

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"No, it’s hopeless! I just simply can’t vibrate in unison with a woman. There’s no woman I can really want when I’m faced with her, and I’m not going to start forcing myself to it My God, no! I'll remain as I am, and lead the mental life. It’s the only honest thing I can do. I can be quite happy talking to women; but it’s all pure, hopelessly pure. Hopelessly pure! What do you say, Hildebrand, my chicken?"

"It’s much less complicated if one stays pure," said Berry.

"Yes, life is all too simple!"


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a frosty morning with a little February sun, Clifford and Connie went for a walk across the park to the wood. That is, Clifford chuffed in his motor-chair, and Connie walked beside him.

The hard air was still sulphureous, but they were both used to it. Round the near horizon went the haze, opalescent with frost and smoke, and on the top lay the small blue sky; so that it was like being inside an enclosure, always inside. Life always a dream or a frenzy, inside an enclosure.

The sheep coughed in the rough, sere grass of the park, where frost lay bluish in the sockets of the tufts. Across the park ran a path to the woodgate, a fine ribbon of pink. Clifford had had it newly gravelled with sifted gravel from the pit-bank. When the rock and refuse of the underworld had burned and given off its sulphur, it turned bright pink, shrimp-coloured on dry days, darker, crab-coloured on wet. Now it was pale shrimp-colour, with a bluish-white hoar of frost. It always pleased Connie, this underfoot of sifted, bright pink. It's an ill-wind that brings nobody good.

Clifford steered cautiously down the slope of the knoll from the hall, and Connie kept her hand on the chair. In front lay the wood, the hazel thicket nearest, the purplish density of oaks beyond. From the wood's edge rabbits bobbed and nibbled. Rooks suddenly rose in a black train, and went trailing off over the little sky.

Connie opened the woodgate, and Clifford puffed slowly through into the broad riding that ran up an incline between the clean-whipped thickets of the hazel. The wood was a remnant of the great forest where Robin Hood hunted, and this riding was an old, old thoroughfare coming across country. But now, of course,


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 it was only a riding through the private wood. The road from Mansfield swerved round to the north.

In the wood everything was motionless, the old leaves on the ground keeping the frost on their underside. A jay called harshly, many little birds fluttered. But there was no game; no pheasants. They had been killed off during the war, and the wood had been left unprotected, till now Clifford had got his gamekeeper again.

Clifford loved the wood; he loved the old oak trees. He felt they were his own through generations. He wanted to protect them. He wanted this place inviolate, shut off from the world.

The chair chuffed slowly up the incline, rocking and jolting on the frozen clods. And suddenly, on the left, came a clearing where there was nothing but a ravel of dead bracken, a thin and spindly sapling leaning here and there, big sawn stumps, showing their tops and their grasping roots, lifeless. And patches of blackness where the woodmen had burned the brushwood and rubbish.

This was one of the places that Sir Geoffrey had cut during the war for trench timber. The whole knoll, which rose softly on the right of the riding, was denuded and strangely forlorn. On the crown of the knoll where the oaks had stood, now was bareness; and from there you could look out over the trees to the colliery railway, and the new works at Stacks Gate. Connie had stood and looked, it was a breach in the pure seclusion of the wood. It let in the world. But she didn't tell Clifford.

This denuded place always made Clifford curiously angry. He had been through the war, had seen what it meant. But he didn't get really angry till he saw this bare hill. He was having it replanted. But it made him hate Sir Geoffrey.

Clifford sat with a fixed face as the chair slowly mounted. When they came to the top of the rise he stopped; he would not risk the long and very jolty downslope. He sat looking at the greenish sweep of the riding downwards, a clear way through the bracken and oaks. It swerved at the bottom of the hill and disappeared; but it had such a lovely easy curve, of knights riding and ladies on palfreys.

"I consider this is really the heart of England," said Clifford to Connie, as he sat there in the dim February sunshine.

"Do you?" she said, seating herself, in her blue knitted dress, on a stump by the path.


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 was a farce; he gave elaborate suppers which he did not touch. Already his best friends were discussing the advisability of putting him in a sanitarium where his mind might be preserved. His case was looked upon as peculiar in the history of mankind; no writer could find a parallel, no one imagine a comparison.

Mrs. Gray met him in the hallway of her home as he was nervously pocketing the $60 he had received in payment for his clothes. Her face was like that of a ghost. He tried to answer her reproof, but the words would not come, and he fled to his room, locking the door after him. He was at work there on the transaction that was to record the total disappearance of Edwin Brewster's million—his final report to Swearengen Jones, executor of James Sedgwick's will. On the floor were bundles of packages, carefully wrapped and tied, and on the table was the long sheet of white paper on which the report was being drawn. The package contained receipts—thousands upon thousands of them—for the dollars he had spent in less than a year. They were there for the inspection of Swearengen Jones, faithfully and honorably kept—as if the old westerner would go over in detail the countless documents.


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 time, he urged his course obliquely for the centre of the lake, with an intention of landing on the western shore. As the buck swam by the fishermen, raising his nose high into the air, curling the water before his slim neck like the beak of a galley, throwing his legs forward, and gliding along with incredible velocity, the Leather-stocking began to sit very uneasy in his canoe.

"'Tis a noble creater!" he exclaimed; "what a pair of horns! a man might hang up all his garments on the branches. Lets me see—July is the last month, and the flesh must be getting good." While he was talking, Natty had instinctively employed himself in fastening the inner end of the bark rope, that served him fur a cable, to a paddle, and, rising suddenly on his legs, he cast this buoy away from him, and cried—"Strike out, John! let her go. The creater's a fool to tempt a man in this way."

Mohegan threw the fastening of the youth's boat off the canoe, and, with one stroke of his paddle sent the light bark over the water like a meteor.

"Hold!" exclaimed Edwards. "Remember the law, my old friends. You are in plain sight of the village, and I know that Judge Temple is determined to prosecute all, indiscriminately, who kill the deer out of season."

But the remonstrance came too late; the canoe was already far from the skiff, and the two hunters too much engaged in their pursuit to listen to his voice.

The buck was now within fifty yards of his pursuers, cutting the water most gallantly, and snorting at each breath with his terror and his exertions, while the canoe seemed to dance over the waves, as it rose and fell with the undulations made by its own motion. Leather-stocking raised


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 his rifle and freshened the priming, but stood in suspense whether to slay his victim or not.

"Shall I, John, or no?" he said. "It seems but a poor advantage to take of the dumb thing, too. I won't; it has taken to the water on its own nater, which is the reason that God has given to a deer, and I'll give it the lake play; so, John, lay out your arm, and mind the turn of the buck; it's easy to catch them, but they'll turn like a snake."

The Indian laughed at the conceit of his friend, but continued to send the canoe forward with a velocity that proceeded much more from his skill than his strength. Both of the old men now used the language of the Delawares when they spoke.

"Hooh!" exclaimed Mohegan; "the deer turns his head. Hawk-eye, lift your spear."

Natty never moved abroad without taking with him every implement that might, by possibility, be of service in his pursuits. From his rifle he never parted; and, although intending to fish with the line, the canoe was invariably furnished with all of its utensils, even to its grate. This precaution grew out of the habits of the hunter, who was often led, by his necessities or his sports, far beyond the limits of his original destination. A few years earlier than the date of our tale, the Leather-stocking had left his hut on the shores of the Otsego, with his rifle and his hounds, for a few days' hunting in the hills; but before he returned, he had seen the waters of the Ontario. One, two, or even three hundred miles, had once been nothing to his sinews, which were now a little stiffened by age. The hunter did as Mohegan advised, and prepared to strike a blow with the barbed weapon into the neck of the buck.

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 "lay her more to the left; another stroke of the paddle, and I have him."

While speaking, he raised the spear, and darted it from him like an arrow. At that instant the buck turned. The long pole glanced by him, the iron striking against his horn, and buried itself, harmlessly, in the lake.

"Back water," cried Natty, as the canoe glided over the place where the spear had fallen, "hold water, John."

The pole soon re-appeared, shooting upward from the lake, and as the hunter seized it in his hand, the Indian whirled the light canoe round, where it lay, and renewed the chase. But this evolution gave the buck a great advantage; and it also allowed time for Edwards to approach the scene of action.

"Hold your hand, Natty," cried the youth, "hold your hand; remember it is out of season."

This remonstrance was made as the batteau arrived close to where the deer was struggling with the water, his back now rising to the surface, now sinking beneath it, as the waves curled from his neck, the animal sustaining itself nobly against the odds.

"Hurrah!" shouted Edwards, inflamed beyond prudence at the sight; "mind him as he doubles—mind him as he doubles; sheer more to the right, Mohegan, more to the right, and I'll have him by the horns; I'll throw the rope over his antlers."

The dark eye of the old warrior was dancing in his head, with a wild animation, as bright and natural as the rays that shot from the glancing organs of the terrified deer himself, and the sluggish repose in which his aged frame had been resting in the canoe, was now changed to all the rapid inflections of a practised agility. The ca-


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 noe whirled, with each cunning evolution of the chase, like a bubble floating in a whirlpool; and when the direction of the pursuit admitted, for a short distance, of a straight course, the little bark skimmed the lake with a velocity that urged the deer to seek its safety in some new and unexpected turn. It was the frequency of these circuitous movements, that, by confining the action to so small a compass, enabled the youth to keep near his companions. More than twenty times both the pursued and the pursuers glided by him, just without the reach of his oars, until he thought the best way to view the sport was to remain stationary, and, by watching a favourable opportunity, assist as much as he could in taking their intended victim.

He was not required to wait long, for no sooner had he adopted this resolution, and risen in the boat, than he saw the deer coming bravely towards him, with an apparent intention of pushing for a point of land at some distance from the hounds, who were still barking and howling on the shore. Edwards caught the painter of his skiff, and, making a noose, cast it from him with all his force, and luckily succeeded in drawing its knot close around one of the antlers of the buck.

For one instant, the skiff was drawn through the water, but in the next, the canoe glided before it, and Natty, bending low, passed his knife across the throat of the animal, whose blood followed the wound, dying the waters for many feet. The short time that was passed in the last struggles of the animal, was spent by the hunters in bringing their boats together, and securing them in that position, when Leather-stocking drew the deer from the water, and laid its lifeless form in the bottom of the canoe. He placed his hands on the ribs, and on different parts of the body of his


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 prize, and then, raising his head, he laughed in his peculiar manner, saying—

"So much for Marmaduke Temple's law! This warms a body's blood, old John; I haven't killed a buck in the lake afore this, sin' this many a year. I call that good venison, lad; and I know them that will relish the creater's steaks, for all the betterments in the land."

The Indian had long been drooping with his years, arid perhaps under the calamities of his race, but this invigorating and exciting sport had caused a gleam of sunshine to cross his swarthy face that had long been absent from his features. It was evident that the old man enjoyed the chase more as a memorial of his youthful sports and deeds, than with any expectation of profiting by the success. He felt the deer, however, lightly, his hand already trembling with the re-action of his unusual exertions, and smiled with a nod of approbation, as he said, in the emphatic and sententious manner of his people—

"Good."

"I am afraid, Natty," said Edwards, when the heat of the moment had passed, and his blood began to cool, "that we have all been equally transgressors of the law. But keep your own counsel, and there are none here to betray us. Yet, how came those dogs at large? I left them securely fastened, I know, for I felt the thongs, and examined the knots, when I was at the hut."

"It has been too much for the poor things," said Natty, "to have such a buck take the wind of them. See, lad, the pieces of the buck skin are hanging from their necks yet. Let us paddle up, John, and I will call them in, and look a little into the matter."

When the old hunter landed, and examined the thongs that were yet fast to the hounds, his coun-


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 tenance sensibly changed, and he shook his head doubtingly.

"Here has been a knife at work," he said—"this skin was never torn, nor is this the mark of a hound's tooth. No, no Hector is not in fault, as I feared."

"Has the leather been cut?" cried Edwards.

"No, no—I didn't say it had been cut, lad; but this is a mark that was never made by a jump or a bite."

"Could that rascally carpenter have dared!" exclaimed the impetuous youth.

"Ay! he durst to do any thing, where there is no danger," said Natty; "he is a curious body, and loves to be helping other people on with their concarns. But he had best not harbour so much near the wigwam!"

In the mean time, Mohegan had been examining, with an Indian's sagacity, the place where the leather thong had been separated. After scrutinizing it closely, he said, in Delaware—

"It was cut with a knife a sharp blade and a long handle and the man was afraid of the dogs."

"How is this, Mohegan?" exclaimed Edwards; "You saw it not! how can you know these facts?"

"Listen, son," said the warrior. "The knife was sharp, for the cut is smooth;—the handle was long, for a man's arm would not reach from this gash to that cut that did not go through the skin;—he was a coward, or he would have cut the thongs around the necks of the hounds."

"On my life," cried Natty, "John is on the scent! It was that carpenter; and he has got on the rock bark of the kennel, and let the dogs loose by fastening his knife to a stick. It would


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 He had the accounts balanced up to the hour. On the long sheet lay the record of his ruthlessness, the epitaph of a million. In his pocket was exactly $79.08. This was to last him for less than forty-eight hours and—then it would go to join the rest. It was his plan to visit Grant & Ripley on the afternoon of the twenty-second and to read the report to them, in anticipation of the meeting with Jones on the day following.

Just before noon, after his encounter with Mrs. Gray, he came down stairs and boldly, for the first time in days, sought out Peggy. There was the old smile in his eyes and the old heartiness in his voice when he came upon her in the library. She was not reading. Books, pleasures and all the joys of life had fled from her mind and she thought only of the disaster that was coming to the boy she had always loved. His heart smote him as he looked into the deep, somber, frightened eyes, running over with love and fear for him.

"Peggy, do you think I'm worth anything more from your mother? Do you think she will ask me to live here any longer?" he asked, steadily, taking her hand in his. Hers was cold, his as hot as fire. "You know what you said away off yonder somewhere, that she'd


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 let me live here if I deserved it. I am a pauper, Peggy, and I'm afraid I'll—I may have to get down to drudgery again. Will she turn me out? You know I must have somewhere to live. Shall it be the poorhouse? Do you remember saying one day that I'd end in the poorhouse?"

She was looking into his eyes, dreading what might be seen in them. But there was no gleam of insanity there, there was no fever; instead there was the quiet smile of the man who is satisfied with himself and the world. His voice bore traces of emotion, but it was the voice of one who has perfect control of his wits.

"Is it all—gone, Monty?" she asked, almost in a whisper.

"Here is the residue of my estate," he said, opening his purse with steady fingers. "I'm back to where I left off a year ago. The million is gone and my wings are clipped." Her face was white, her heart was in the clutch of ice. How could he be so calm about it, when for him she was suffering such agony? Twice she started to speak, but her voice failed her. She turned slowly and walked to the window, keeping her back to the man who smiled so sadly and yet so heartlessly.


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 be an easy matter to do it, when a man is so minded."

"And why should he do so?" asked Edwards; "who has done him wrong, that he should trouble two old men like you?"

"It's a hard matter, lad, to know men's ways, I find, since the settlers have brought in their new fashions. But is there nothing to be found out in this place? and maybe he is troubled with his longings after other people's business, as he often is."

"Your suspicions are just," cried the youth, "Give me the canoe: I am young and strong, and will get down there yet, perhaps, in time to interrupt his plans. Heaven forbid, that we should be at the mercy of such a man!"

His proposal was instantly accepted, the deer being placed in the skiff in order to lighten the canoe, and in less than five minutes the little vessel of bark was gliding over the glassy lake, and was soon hid by the points of land, as it shot close along the shore.

Mohegan followed slowly with the skiff, while Natty called his hounds to him, bad them keep close, and, shouldering his rifle, be ascended the mountain, with an intention of going to the hut by land.


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 "I didn't want the million, Peggy," he went on. "You think as the rest do, I know, that I was a fool to act as I did. It would be rank idiocy on my part to blame you any more than the others for thinking as you do. Appearances are against me, the proof is overwhelming. A year ago I was called a man, to-day they are stripping me of every claim to that distinction. The world says I am a fool, a dolt, almost a criminal—but no one believes I am a man. Peggy, will you feel better toward me if I tell you that I am going to begin life all over again? It will be a new Monty Brewster that starts out again in a few days, or, if you will, it shall be the old one—the Monty you once knew."

"The old Monty?" she murmured softly, dreamily. "It would be good to see him—so much better than to see the Monty of the last year."

"And, in spite of all I have done, Peggy, you will stand by me? You won't desert me like the rest? You'll be the same Peggy of the other days?" he cried, his calmness breaking down.

"How can you ask? Why should you doubt me?"

For a moment they stood silent, each look-