“I cannot stop thinking of Marius,” I confessed. I know. And you do not think of Those Who Must Be Kept, which is most strange. “That is merely another mystery,” I said. “And there are a thousand mysteries. I think of Marius! And I’m too much the slave of my own obsessions and fascination. It’s a dreadful thing to linger so on Marius, to extract that one radiant figure from the tale.”
