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send him in the state of exaltation which was the return he expected from all high art; -- then he insisted to himself that the thrill would soon return; he had had "a bad experience", and needed a little time.
In his den, seated in the Parker-Knoll armchair, surrounded by his familiar objects -- the china pierrots, the mirror in the shape of a cartoonist's heart, Eros holding up the globe of an antique lamp -- he congratulated himself on being the sort of person who had found hatred impossible to sustain for long. Maybe, after all, love was more durable than hate; even if love changed, some shadow of it, some lasting shape, persisted. Towards Pamela, for example, he was now sure he felt nothing but the most altruistic affections. Hatred was perhaps like a finger-print upon the smooth glass of the sensitive soul; a mere grease-mark, which disappeared if left alone. Gibreel? Pooh! He was forgotten; he no longer existed. There; to surrender animosity was to become free