Among them is the intellectual person who spoke first.

He is wagging the white head and its cauliflower curls, and looking all ways with eyes as empty as those of a king of cards.
They told me his name, but I have forgotten it with contempt.

I slip away from them.

I am bitterly remorseful that for so long a portion of my life I believed what Boneas said.

I accuse myself of having formerly put my trust in speakers and writers who--however learned, distinguished, famous--were only imbeciles or villains.