The Book of Lies

KE@®AAH OE PLOVERS’ EGGS.* bye to the oyster! If I really knew what I wanted, I could give up Laylah, or give up everything for Laylah. But ‘‘what I want” varies from hour to hour. This wavering is the root of all compromise, and so of all good sense. With this gift a man can spend his seventy years in peace. Now is this well or ill? Emphasize gzft, then man, then spend, then seventy years, and lastly peace, and change the intonations—each time reverse the meaning ! I would show you how; but—for the moment! —I prefer to think of Laylah.