“It’s so jolly lonely,” said David musingly.
“Therein,” remarked Corin, “lies one of its greatest attractions.” And he quoted softly, “Il y a toujours dans le monde quelque chose de trop—l’homme.”
“What’s that?” demanded David bluntly.
Corin obligingly translated.
“Humph!” Obviously David demurred at this statement. “I don’t altogether see what would be the good of the world being pleasant if there weren’t someone to enjoy it.”
“There would be,” said Corin, still softly, “always oneself.”
David’s eyes twinkled.
“I guess a world run for one individual alone would prove a bit over isolated,” he remarked dryly. “Also, the question of which individual might crop up.”
Corin sighed. The man was really a little too literal. He shifted his ground.
“If,” he said didactically, “men lived together in harmony, the soul would not crave for isolation.”