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"But, sir," I said, "they tell me the man is like to die!" The Canon shook his head indulgently. "Young blood, Cousin," he boomed. "Young blood! Youth will be served!" -- D'Hermonville's Fabliaux. He woke up with a sick taste in his mouth And lay there heavily, while dancing motes Whirled through his brain in endless, rippling streams, And a grey mist weighed down upon his eyes So that they could not open fully. Yet After some time his blurred mind stumbled back To its last ragged memory -- a room; Air foul with wine; a shouting, reeling crowd Of friends who dragged him, dazed and blind with drink Out to the street; a crazy rout of cabs; The steady mutter of his neighbor's voice, Mumbling out dull obscenity by rote; And then . . . well, they had brought him home it seemed, Since he awoke in bed -- oh, damn the business! He had not wanted it -- the silly jokes, "One last, great night of freedom ere you're married!" "You'll get no fun then!" "H-ssh, don't tell that story! He'll have a wife soon!" -- God! the sitting down To drink till you were sodden! . . . Like great light She came into his thoughts. That was the worst. To wallow in the mud like this because His friends were fools. . . . He was not fit to touch, To see, oh far, far off, that silver place Where God stood manifest to man in her. . . . Fouling himself. . . . One thing he brought to her, At least. He had been clean; had taken it A kind of point of honor from the first . . . Others might do it . . . but he didn't care For those things. . . . Suddenly his vision cleared. And something seemed to grow within his mind. . . . Something was wrong -- the color of the wall -- The queer shape of the bedposts -- everything Was changed, somehow . . . his room. Was this his room? . . . He turned his head -- and saw beside him there The sagging body's slope, the paint-smeared face, And the loose, open mouth, lax and awry, The breasts, the bleached and brittle hair . . . these things. . . . As if all Hell were crushed to one bright line Of lightning for a moment. Then he sank, Prone beneath an intolerable weight. And bitter loathing crept up all his limbs.
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