o drink deep of the wines of Hell。
He stared at his face as though it were； as indeed it soon appeared to be； the face of a stranger； astranger who held secrets that John could never know。 And； having thought of it as the face of astranger； he tried to look at it as a stranger might； and tried to discover what other people saw。 Buthe saw only details： two great eyes； and a broad； low forehead； and the triangle of his nose； and hisenormous mouth； and the barely perceptible cleft in his chin； which was； his father said； the markof the devil’s little finger。 These details did not help him； for the principle of their unity wasundiscoverable； and he could not tell what he most passionately desired to know： whether his facewas ugly or not。
And he dropped his eyes to the mantelpiece； lifting one by one the objects that adorned it。
The mantelpiece held； in brave confusion； photographs； greeting cards； flowered mottoes； twosilver candlesticks that held no candles； and a green metal serpent； poised to strike。 To…day in hisapathy John stared at them； not seeing； he began to dust them with exaggerated care of theprofoundly preoccupied。 One of the mottoes was pink and blue； and proclaimed in raised letters；which made the work of dusting harder：
e in the evening； or e in the morning；e when you’re looked for； or e without warning；A thousand weles you’ll find here before youAnd the oftener you e here； the more we’ll adore you。
And the other； in letters