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"
What
are
you
thinking
of
?
"
asked
the
abbe
smilingly
,
imputing
the
deep
abstraction
in
which
his
visitor
was
plunged
to
the
excess
of
his
awe
and
wonder
.
"
I
was
reflecting
,
in
the
first
place
,
"
replied
Dantes
,
"
upon
the
enormous
degree
of
intelligence
and
ability
you
must
have
employed
to
reach
the
high
perfection
to
which
you
have
attained
.
What
would
you
not
have
accomplished
if
you
had
been
free
?
"
"
Possibly
nothing
at
all
;
the
overflow
of
my
brain
would
probably
,
in
a
state
of
freedom
,
have
evaporated
in
a
thousand
follies
;
misfortune
is
needed
to
bring
to
light
the
treasures
of
the
human
intellect
.
Compression
is
needed
to
explode
gunpowder
.
Captivity
has
brought
my
mental
faculties
to
a
focus
;
and
you
are
well
aware
that
from
the
collision
of
clouds
electricity
is
produced
--
from
electricity
,
lightning
,
from
lightning
,
illumination
.
"
"
No
,
"
replied
Dantes
.
"
I
know
nothing
.
Some
of
your
words
are
to
me
quite
empty
of
meaning
.
You
must
be
blessed
indeed
to
possess
the
knowledge
you
have
.
"
The
abbe
smiled
.
"
Well
,
"
said
he
,
"
but
you
had
another
subject
for
your
thoughts
;
did
you
not
say
so
just
now
?
"
"
I
did
!
"
"
You
have
told
me
as
yet
but
one
of
them
--
let
me
hear
the
other
.
"
"
It
was
this
--
that
while
you
had
related
to
me
all
the
particulars
of
your
past
life
,
you
were
perfectly
unacquainted
with
mine
.
"
"
Your
life
,
my
young
friend
,
has
not
been
of
sufficient
length
to
admit
of
your
having
passed
through
any
very
important
events
.
"
