That doctor had half an idea that there is something the matter with my
brain. . . Doctors do know so little and they do charge so much for
it.
Shall we ever laugh again? If I could only see a dog that I knew in the
old times! and could put my arms around his neck and tell him all,
everything, and ease my heart. Think--in 3 hours it will be a week!--and
soon a month; and by and by a year. How fast our dead fly from us.
I used to like the sea, but I was young then, and could easily get
excited over any kind of monotony, and keep it up till the monotonies ran
out.
And I say this also: He that waiteth for all men to be satisfied with his
plan, let him seek eternal life, for he shall need it.
Well-good-bye, and a short life and a merry one be yours. Poor old
Methusaleh, how did he manage to stand it so long?
You are assisted in your damaging work by the tyrannous ways of a
village-- villagers watch each other and so make cowards of each other.