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“Keep it always with you that laughter who knock at your door and say, 'May I come in?' is not the true laughter. No! he is a king, and he come when and how he like. He ask no person; he choose no time of suitability. He say, 'I am here.' ... Oh, friend John, it is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles; and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play. Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall - all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him. And believe me, friend John, that he is good to come, and kind. Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us different ways. Then tears come; and, like the rain on the ropes, they brace us up, until perhaps the strain become too great, and we break. But King Laugh he come like the sunshine, and he ease off the strain again; and we bear to go on with our labour, what it may be.”

“Voi non lasciate che vostri occhi vedano né vostre orecchie sentano, e ciò che è fuori da vostra vita ordinaria non vi tocca. Voi non credete che ci siano cose che non potete capire, ed invece esse ci sono; e che esistano certe persone in grado di vedere cose che altri non possono? Ma esistono cose vecchie e nuove che non possono esser contemplate da occhi di uomini, perché essi sanno – o credono di sapere – cose che altri uomini hanno detto a loro. Ah, questa è pecca di nostra scienza che ha pretesa di capire tutto, mentre, se non ci riesce, allora dice che non c’è niente da spiegare! Ma noi vediamo ogni giorno da ogni parte spuntare nuove credenze, che si reputano essere nuove, ma che non sono altro che cose vecchie travestite da giovani! – come belle signore nell’opera. (Van Helsing)”

“It is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes, and troubles. And yet when King Laugh come, he make them all dance to the tune he play. Bleeding hearts, and dry bones of the churchyard, and tears that burn as they fall, all dance together to the music that he make with that smileless mouth of him. Ah, we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us different ways. Then tears come, and like the rain on the ropes, they brace us up, until perhaps the strain become too great, and we break. But King Laugh he come like the sunshine, and he ease off the strain again, and we bear to go on with our labor, what it may be.”