Chapter 33

Inside the Louvre Museum in France, that stranger completed his speech, saying

One night while I was lying on my couch, Parmes the priest of Thoth came to my room and was weak and weary and stood in the circle of the lamp, and looked at me with eyes shining with maddened joy and asked

“Why did you let the maiden die? Why didn't you strengthen her as you strengthened me?”

'It is too late,' replied I, 'but I forgot that you also loved her and you are my fellow in misfortune. Isn't it terrible to think of the centuries that must pass before we look at her again? Fool, fool, to consider death our enemy!'

"You can say that," he exclaimed with a wild laugh

'Words come well from your lips and to me they have no meaning'

"What does it mean to you?" I exclaimed, lifting myself up on the elbow. "Surely, my friend, that sorrow has turned your mind and his face was flaming with joy, as he writhe