• 88.

    Besides which, how do we know that it is not a cover, that I do not find it necessary to take cover under this harmless ingenuous guise? And if it is possible that this is what I'm doing, then we must ask ourselves—rather, I must ask myself, for I am certain you do not care, and I am furthermore certain that this is as it should be, it is the world in right order (although this theater without a play is not), why I find it necessary to camouflage myself? I am not artless, so why do I make every effort, however effortless, to appear artless? Or am I, in fact, so artless that what little artfulness I have is as a shetland pony to a child?