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wise from childhood, the acme of human perfections, understand me? O would that someone of the living might come to understand me as Virgil, that benign departed, that silent wayfarer, in the realm of shadows understood me!

CHARLES IV.: Do not forget that I am a Northerner. Black pine-forests overshadow the dark castles where my inmost thought