Henri Rousseau The Dream

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He's not," said Nhumrod.
Vorbis nodded approvingly. Undue intelligence in a novice was a mixed blessing. Sometimes it could be channeled for the greater glory of Om, but often it caused . . . well, it did not cause trouble, because Vorbis knew exactly what to do with misapplied intelligence, but it did cause unnecessary work.
"And yet you tell me his tutors speak so highly of him," he said.
Nhumrod shrugged.
"He is very obedient," he said. "And . . . well, there's his memory."
"What about his most imperfect world," he muttered.
"A devoutly read young man," said Vorbis.
"Er," said Nhumrod, "no. He can't read. Or write."
"Ah. A lazy boy."
The deacon was not a man who dwelt in grey areas. Nhumrod's mouth opened and shut silently as he sought for the proper words.memory?""There's so much of it," said Nhumrod."He has got a good memory?""Good is the wrong word. It's superb. He's word-perfect on the entire Sept-""Hmm?" said Vorbis.Nhumrod caught the deacon's eye."As perfect, that is, as anything may be in this
"No," he said. "He tries. We're sure he tries. He just does not seem to be able to make