'She has left me with a blessing after all,' I said; 'my poor Sinfi
has taught me the lesson that he who would fain be cured of the
disease of a wasting sorrow must burn to ashes Memory. He must flee
Memory and never look back.'
VI
And did I flee Memory? When I re-entered the bungalow next day it was
my intention to leave it and Wales at once and for ever, and indeed
to leave England at once--perhaps for ever, in order to escape from
the unmanning effect of the sorrowful brooding which I knew had
become a habit. 'I will now,' I said, 'try the nepenthe that all my
friends in their letters are urging me to try--I will travel. Yes, I
will go to Japan. My late experiences should teach me that Ja'afar's
"Angel of Memory," who refashioned for him his dead wife out of his
own sorrow and tears, did him an ill service. He who would fain be
cured of the disease of a wasting sorrow should try to flee the
"Angel of Memory," and never look back.'
And so fixed was my mind upon travelling that I wrote to several of
my friends, and told them of my intention.
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