From Thirteen Worthies, by Llewelyn PowysMONTAIGNE
"The memory of his dead friend was never out of his mind. Twenty years later, he tells us, when he was bathing in the waters of Lucca, the thought of the irremediable loss he sustained by this death swept suddenly over his soul with unrebated bitterness. It was the one experience in his life that perplexed and astounded the old skeptic, the one experience capable of endowing his style with a new tome of passionate inspiration. There is a certain pathos in observing how rattled and put about the old egoist was by this tragic and unexpected revelation -- the old red fox caught at last in the gin of the absolute!"
From Michel de Montaigne
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