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Your mysterious young friend, whose name you have never told me,

but whose picture really fascinates me, never thinks. I feel

quite sure of that. He is some brainless beautiful creature who

should be always here in winter when we have no flowers to look

at, and always here in summer when we want something to chill our

intelligence. Don't flatter yourself, Basil: you are not in the

least like him."