Only he thinks too much
of himself. But then perhaps this is an inevitable part of talent, the
shadow that is inseparable from the light of genius."
"Perhaps it's the engine that sets it in motion, gives it incentive."
"Perhaps. I wish I had some of it." I reflected that he did seem to
have some of "it." At all events, he did not seem to begrudge
others their success. He spoke of the other people in the caf? with
singular good-will, and even enthusiasm, in fact
Some of the people present I had seen on my previous visit. Of the
others Tevkin pointed out a man to me who knew six languages
well and had a working acquaintance with several more; another
who had published an excellent Hebrew translation of some of the
English poets, and a third whose son, a young violinist, "had taken
Europe by storm."
An intellectual-looking Gentile made his entry. He shook hands
with one of the men I had seen on the former occasion and seated
himself by his side
"Either a journalist in search of material," Tevkin explained to me
in answer to a question, "or simply a man of literary tastes who is
drawn to the atmosphere of this place.
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