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Rh Ay; I am uneasy…

Is it not true that he is the strangest of men?

True, that he is the choicest of earthly beings!

Poet!

Soldier!

Philosopher!

Musician!

And of how fantastic a presence!

Marry, 'twould puzzle even our grim painter Philippe de Champaigne to portray him! Methinks, whimsical, wild, comical as he is, only Jacques Callot, now dead and gone, had succeeded better, and had made of him the maddest fighter of all his visored crew,—with his triple-plumed beaver and six-pointed doublet,—the sword-point sticking up 'neath his mantle like an insolent cocktail! He's prouder than all the fierce Artabans of whom Gascony has ever