This veneration Mr. Dick extended to the Doctor, whom he thought the
most subtle and accomplished philosopher of any age. It was long before
Mr. Dick ever spoke to him otherwise than bareheaded; and even when he
and the Doctor had struck up quite a friendship, and would walk together
by the hour, on that side of the courtyard which was known among us as
The Doctor's Walk, Mr. Dick would pull off his hat at intervals to show
his respect for wisdom and knowledge. How it ever came about that the
Doctor began to read out scraps of the famous Dictionary, in these
walks, I never knew; perhaps he felt it all buy steroids online the same, at first, as
reading to himself. However, it passed into a custom too; and Mr. Dick,
listening with a face shining with pride and pleasure, in his heart of
hearts believed the Dictionary to be the most delightful book in the
world.
As I think of them going up and down before those schoolroom windows -
the Doctor reading with his complacent smile, an occasional flourish of
the manuscript, or grave motion of his head; and Mr. Dick listening,
enchained by interest, with his poor wits calmly wandering God knows
where, upon the wings of hard words - I think of it as one of the
pleasantest things, in a quiet way, that I have ever seen. I feel as if
they might go walking to and fro for ever, and the world might somehow
be the better for it - as if a thousand things it makes a noise about,
were not one half so good for it, or me.
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