This Sort Of Adoration Of The Real

I Have A Notion That Gamblers Are As Happy As Most People - Being Always Excited.

Land Of Lost Gods And Godlike Men.

There Was A Sound Of Revelry By Night, And Belgium's Capital Had Gathered Then Her Beauty And Her Chivalry, And Bright The Lamps Shone O'er Fair Women And Brave Men. A Thousand Hearts Beat Happily; And When Music Arose With Its Voluptuous Swell, Soft Eyes Looked Love To Eyes Which Spake Again, And All Went Merry As A Marriage Bell. But Hush! Hark! A Deep Sound Strikes Like A Rising Knell!

This Is To Be Mortal, And Seek The Things Beyond Mortality.

Sweet Is Revenge-especially To Women.