ON A PORCH 



to say to him at the start: &quot; You are incomplete. 

 I have made that other part of you, but I do not 

 remember where I put it. You will have to hunt 

 for it.&quot; 



I have met many men who went about for 

 years in this Psyche hunt, muttering to the 

 women they met, &quot; Where do you suppose the 

 other half of me was put?&quot; 



And just as this fantasy went through my mind 

 the sun disappeared, and a pleasant gloom fell 

 round the Florentine maid. I heard the warning 

 rap of a bird as if on the door of twilight. &quot; It s 

 a woodpecker,&quot; I said. 



&quot; No,&quot; said Griselle, getting up. &quot; It s Uncle 

 Gabe knocking the ashes out of his pipe. He is 

 going to bed.&quot; 



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