(Syncellus, page 14.--"Chemistry the Invention of the Giants.") I remember once, by the Hebrus, in the reign of -- But this talk," said Zanoni, checking himself abruptly, and with a cold smile, "serves only to waste your time and my own." He paused, looked steadily at Glyndon, and continued, "Young man, think you that vague curiosity will supply the place of earnest labour?
I read your heart.

You wish to know me, and not this humble herb: but pass on; your desire cannot be satisfied." "You have not the politeness of your countrymen," said Glyndon, somewhat discomposed.

"Suppose I were desirous to cultivate your acquaintance, why should you reject my advances ?" "I reject no man's advances," answered Zanoni; "I must know them if they so desire; but ME, in return, they can never comprehend.

If you ask my acquaintance, it is yours; but I would warn you to shun me." "And why are you, then, so dangerous ?" "On this earth, men are often, without their own agency, fated to be dangerous to others.

If I were to predict your fortune by the vain calculations of the astrologer, I should tell you, in their despicable jargon, that my planet sat darkly in your house of life.