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Rh the most intelligent easily become childish. The Ego is a wall that limits the view, rising higher in proportion as the man is greater. There is, however, a certain degree of greatness from which, when a man reaches it, he can always look over the top of the wall of his egoism; but that is very rare. Leonor was not a rare character; he was simply a man a little above the ordinary, capable of originality and of learning from experience, clever at his profession, apt at forming general ideas, sometimes reﬁned and sometimes gross, a peasant rather than man of the world, a solitary, cold of aspect, full of contradictions, ironic or ingenuous by ﬁts, tormented by sexual images and sentimental ideas.

He was not one of those in whom budding love, even love of the head, abolishes the senses. The more he dreamed about Rose, the more disquietingly tense grew his nerves. His desire did not turn towards her; he caught himself one evening spying on the wife of the Barnavast keeper, who was showing her legs as she bent over the well. It made him feel rather ashamed; for this big Norman peasant woman, so young and fresh, could boast, he