<p>He who is lonesome in the crowd sees thee,</p><p>Indeed, sees thee and thy lonely self,</p><p>Unable to fathom the affection which yields,</p><p>Drowns himself in the blissful sea.</p><p> </p><p>He became rapt in his own misconception. How long would his misunderstanding have its wondrous effect? Perhaps a century later, on a gigantic figure in the performing arts and an ordinary girl, a writer to whom Zola had already communicated the truth about the amazing triangle. True, she was unsuccessful in communicating it to the professor, who was living a delusive life, embracing and worshipping his own misconception, the headstrong fallacy.</p><p> </p><p>It was, indeed, the supreme wisdom of the incomparable, everywhere and all around.</p>
