n　Tucker；〃　or　he　may　produce　a　battered　old　volume　of　Montaigne　from　which　he　will　read　you　a　passage。　If　such　an　adventure　should　befall　you；　know　that　you　have　met
  Your　friend；
  David　Grayson。
  P。　S。　Harriet　bemoans　most　of　all　the　unsolved　mystery　of　the　sign　man。　But　it　doesn't　bother　me　in　the　least。　I'm　glad　now　I　never　found　him。　The　poet　sings　his　song　and　goes　his　way。　If　we　sought　him　out　how　horribly　disappointed　we　might　be！　We　might　find　him　shaving；　or　eating　sausage；　or　drinking　a　bottle　of　beer。　We　might　find　him　shaggy　and　unkempt　where　we　imagined　him　beautiful；　weak　where　we　thought　him　strong；　dull　where　we　thought　him　brilliant。　Take　then　the　vintage　of　his　heart　and　let　him　go。　As　for　me；　I'm　glad　some　mystery　is　left　in　this　world。　A　thousand　signs　on　my　roadways　are　still　as　unexplainable；　as　mysterious；　and　as　beguiling　as　this。　And　I　can　close　my　narrative　with　no　better　motto　for　tired　spirits　than　that　of　the　country　roadside：
  ＇　REST　＇
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