Stephen Maria Crane

In a lonely place

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In a lonely place

In a lonely place, I encountered a sage Who sat, all still, Regarding a newspaper. He accosted me: "Sir, what is this? " Then I saw that I was greater, Aye, greater than this sage. I answered him at once, "Old, old man, it is the wisdom of the age. " The sage looked upon me with admiration.