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Poetry was a drug on the market Nobody read it (or wrote it) these

days; and any one who atteht pass, you know; so clever, with a snapper

to it But epic poetry? Sonnets? Why, didn't you know that there

wasn't athat did not have some sub-editor who could

whack out fourteen lines in fourteen s he had been told ti, Piffle and Drool had long since cornered the romance

hfare

Ao to the land of the brave (when occasion de packed his trunk and

valise, he departed for Liverpool Besides, America was all that was

left; he was at the end of his rope

What a rollicking old fraud life was! Swung out of his peaceful orbit,

by the legerdeer a huainst the planets; and then this

monumental folly which had returned him to the old orbit but still in

meteoric form, without peace or means of livelihood! An ass, indeed,

if ever there was one

He eventually arrived at his destination, lied blithely to the chief

steward, and was assigned to the first-class cabins on the pro and his face pleasing to

the eye The sea? He had never been on it but once, and then only in