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When I heard the terrible news that Myris was dead	A
I went to his house although I avoid	B
going to the houses of Christians	C
especially during times of mourning or festivity	D
I stood in the corridor I didn't want	E
to go further inside because I noticed	F
that the relatives of the deceased looked at me	D
with obvious surprise and displeasure	G
They had him in a large room	H
and from the corner where I stood	I
I could catch a glimpse of it all precious carpets	J
and vessels in silver and gold	K
I stood and wept in a corner of the corridor	G
And I thought how our parties and excursions	C
wouldn't be worthwhile now without Myris	C
and I thought how I'd no longer see him	L
at our wonderfully indecent night long sessions	C
enjoying himself laughing and reciting verses	C
with his perfect feel for Greek rhythm	M
and I thought how I'd lost forever	G
his beauty lost forever	G
the young man I'd worshipped so passionately	D
Some old women close to me were talking with lowered	N
voices	C
about the last day he lived	O
the name of Christ constantly on his lips	C
his hand holding a cross	C
Then four Christian priests	C
came into the room and said prayers	C
fervently and orisons to Jesus	C
or to Mary I'm not very familiar with their religion	P
We'd known of course that Myris was a Christian	P
known it from the very start	Q
when he first joined our group the year before last	R
But he lived exactly as we did	S
more devoted to pleasure than all of us	C
he scattered his money lavishly on amusements	C
Not caring what anyone thought of him	L
he threw himself eagerly into night time scuffles	C
when our group happened to clash	T
with some rival group in the street	U
He never spoke about his religion	P
And once we even told him	L
that we'd take him with us to the Serapeion	P
But I remember now	P
he didn't seem to like this joke of ours	C
And yes now I recall two other incidents	C
When we made libations to Poseidon	P
he drew himself back from our circle and looked elsewhere	V
And when one of us in his fervour said	A
'May all of us be favoured and protected	W
by the great the sublime Apollo'	D
Myris unheard by the others whispered 'Not counting	X
me '	Y
The Christian priests were praying loudly	D
for the young man's soul	D
I noticed with how much diligence	C
how much intense concern	P
for the forms of their religion they were preparing	X
everything for the Christian funeral	D
And suddenly an odd sensation took hold of me	D
indefinably I felt	Z
as if Myris were going from me	D
I felt that he a Christian was united	W
with his own people and that I was becoming	X
a stranger a total stranger I even felt	Z
a doubt come over me that I'd been deceived by my passion	P
and has always been a stranger to him	L
I rushed out of their horrible house	C
rushed away before my memory of Myris	C
could be captured could be perverted by their Christianity	D

Constantine P. Cavafy

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