"
He looked up at her sympathetically.
"If you have once lived with them," he said, "once really understood,
you never can forget. You can travel or amuse yourself in any way, but
their faces are always coming before you, their voices seem always in
your ears. It is the one eternal sadness of life. And the strangest
part of it is, that just as you who have once really understood can
never forget, so it is the most difficult thing in the world to make
those people understand who have not themselves lived and toiled
amongst them. It is a cry which you cannot translate, but if once you
have heard it, it will follow you from the earth to the stars."
"You too, then," she said, "have some of the old aim at heart. You are
not going to immerse yourself wholly in politics?"
"My studies," he said, "will be in life. It is not from books that I
hope to gain experience. I want to get a little nearer to the heart of
the thing. You and I may easily come across one another, even in this
great city."
"You," she said, "are going to watch, to observe, to trace the external
only that you may understand the internal.
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