“Yes,” returned the undergraduate, “it’s rather nice than otherwise, when once you’re used to it; only it’s devilish difficult to get washed. I like the fresh air and these stars and things.”
“Aha!” said Leon, “Monsieur is an artist.”
“Oh, nonsense!” cried the Englishman. “A fellow may admire the stars and be anything he likes.”
R. L. Stevenson.
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