Orpheus

footsteps, and (4) I am literally not the man who wrote it, and, despise him as I may, I have no right to interfere with his work. But I will not be haunted by the ghost of a Banquo that another man has failed to lay; and this kind of ghost knows but one exorcism. One should bury him decently in fine fat type, and erect nice boards over him, and collect the criticisms of an enlightened press, and inscribe them on the tomb. Then he is buried beyond resurrection ; oblivion takes him, and he will never haunt the author or anybody else again. So I have asked Messrs Turnbull & Spears to dig the grave and provide the coffin; the S.P.R.T. will oblige with the funeral service. Old Man of the Sea, these three years you have drummed your black misshapen heels upon me; I have had no ease because of you; I am bepissed and conskited of your beastliness; and now you are drunk with the idea that you are finished and perfect, I shall roll you off and beat your brains out upon that hardest of flints, the head of the British Public. I am shut of thee. Allah forget thee in the day when he remembereth his friends! August 14, 1904. 14