milies, games and battles, friendsies, making a small  orderly s evolutions before my enraptured eyes in play and strife, making treaties and figtles, iplying. It age, a moving breathless drama.

    tly over tly s all to a atively ists skill, made up a nee otionsanglements. ty , it  of terial, but t, time cif ly given out and tuations differently presented.

    And in tect built up one game after anot of t of myself, and every game ant resemblance to every oto t eacirely new.

    quot;t of life,quot; ;You may yourself as an artist develop t animation. You may complicate and enric as you please. It lies in your  as madness, in a  and all fantasy. Even learned men o a partial recognition of t encing book, in ance of tists s up as sucalized. ake your little pieces aen give you pleasure. t today greo tions of an intolerable bugbear, you omorroo a mere lay figure. t game be t;

    I boitude to ted c ttle pieces in my pocket and he narrow door.

    My real intention o seat myself at once on ternities; but I  liger passage tible current carried me along. A dazzling poster flashed before my eyes:

    MARVELOUS tAMING OF tEPPENOLF

    Many different emotions surged up in me at t of t. My  racted by all kinds of fears and repressions from my former life and ty I  berembling ing me from a cage. On tage I saamer—a cleman e of a large moustacly muscular biceps and up  resemblance to myself. trong man led on a leasable sigiful but terribly emaciated  ing as it riguing,