my real treasure is not that, my dear friend, which awaits me beneath the sombre rocks of Monte Cristo, it is your presence, our living together five or six hours a day, in spite of our jailers; it is the rays of intelligence you have elicited from my brain, the languages you have implanted in my memory…. this is my treasure, my beloved friend, and with this you have made me rich and happy.
— Dec 09, 2025 04:04PM
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