But at first I had often thought of him andwaited
for his avatar.
That night at dinner he was in his best
form.
He scarcely knew a bat from aball, but he could
cast a perfect dry-fly.
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I do not think that I have ever had a stronger
impression of aconsuming purpose.
But it was that hour in theAfrican twilight that
stuck in my memory. Here was one who would never be content tosettle among the
fatted calves of the world.
Also his mind neverstopped working on his own
subjects. He had bowed to me in a way which was not quite English.
Also his mind neverstopped working on his own
subjects. The man whomI had thought of as a young eagle was content to be a
barndoorfowl.
Eyass, said Archie, who understood the language.
One habit of his was to calleverybody Mr.
Say tassel-gentle orfalcon-gentle, according to the
sex. I would add that in his solemn way he was thefriendliest of souls.
Here in perfection was the smugsuburban life from
which he had revolted.
He has nothing left now except a couple of
kestrels.
But at first I had often thought of him andwaited
for his avatar. Archie Roylance, who was stayingwith us, looked up sympathetically
from his porridge bowl.
I have seen him when he was perfectly happy looking
thepicture of gloom. Money was important, he said, and cited Rhodes and Beit. We
mustnt lose sight of each othernow we have foregathered. My companions weretalking
about rock-gardens. His goal was so clear that he would find a road to it.