The Book of Lies

KE®AAH NE THE DROOPING SUNFLOWER The One Thought vanished; all my mind was tom to rags: ——— nay! nay! my head was mashed into wood pulp, and thereon the Daily Newspaper was printed. Thus wrote I, since my One Love was torn from me. I cannot work: I cannot think: I seek distraction here: I seek distraction there: but this is all my truth, that Z who love have lost; and how may 1 regain? I must have money to get to America. O Mage! Sage! Gauge thy Wage, or in the Page of thine Age is written Rage! O my darling! We should not have spent Ninety Pounds in that Three Weeks in Paris! . 2. ee we ew wwe eee ewe Slash the Breaks on thine arm with a pole- axe!