To my fancy they were clothed invisibly in the damp and cobwebby mould of antiquity.

They carried me back to Egypt, and in imagination I moved among the Pharaohs and all the shadowy celebrities of that remote age.

The name of the boys was Levin.

We had a collective name for them which was the only really large and handsome witticism that was ever born in that Congressional district.

We called them "Twenty-two"-- and even when the joke was old and had been worn threadbare we always followed it with the explanation, to make sure that it would be understood, "Twice Levin--twenty-two." There were other boys whose names remain with me.