And after seven moons, one day a soothsayer looked at me, and he said to my mother, "Your son will be a statesman and a great leader of men."
But I cried out,--"That is a false prophet; for I shall be a musician, and naught but a musician shall I be."
But even at that age my language was not understood--and great was my astonishment.
And after three and thirty years, during which my mother, and the nurse, and the priest have all died, (the shadow of God be upon their spirits) the soothsayer still lives. And yesterday I met him near the gates of the temple; and while we were talking together he said, "I have always known you would become a great musician. Even in your infancy I prophesied and foretold your future."
And I believed him--for now I too have forgotten the language of that other world.....