-If you want to … Take it!

And reaching into his pocket took out five dollars of the old currency and gave.

He looked at me startled, blinked his eye was left without glass and said, as alleles:

– Why, thank you … watchful friend! … I will bring you back … because, you understand, I have no change, and then the dwarf that pursues me, you know, it might blow into his shell, and then, even if dance is going to start itching of the nose, and I will not able to go to the bank, because they close for fear of swarming ants that accompany the damn midget! …

I realized that was a sick man and the joy he had just received had taken his little brain that used to have to distract him and said:

-Leave the back no more, do not worry: it gives me another day.

– Oh … Yes … Well! …

And then, drawing his hand across his forehead, he exclaimed, as he returns from a dream:

– See? … I was already head! … Friend, what else! … I can not think of anything!

And he told me quite slowly and softly, his illness and how every few days had to go to retreat to the Hospice of the Insane, where he attended with much success, for, moment by moment, it was felt in health.

Poor Regnier!

Who would have told me that he, the sick poor at the time I had before my eyes as he looked compassionate, the day will soon come in for a second time, when we were in life-to have such a decisive influence on my destiny , as indeed had it?

It was he who put me on the path of bliss, who opened my mind to the life-giving light of knowledge and who awakened in my soul the desires and hopes fortified and encouraged my ambitions, forming with the experience of a lifetime asendereada [68 ] Bohemian and vagabond, a solid platform that would allow me to rise above the vulgar level to which I condemned my personal and environmental conditions that stirred me.