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C J Dennis - The Madman
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"I should go mad," he said, "in such a place!
   The lack of company, the loneliness!
Nothing but trees to stare you in the face;
Nothing to do; no life; no pep; no pace!
   I`d die of melancholy." I said "Yes?"
"Why, yes," said he.  "The suburbs can be bad.
But this?  Why, heavens, man!  I should go mad."

"What do you do?" he said.  "How find a way
   To pass the time?  Of course, the country`s great
For rest and that" (I wished he`d go away;
I had a hundred things to do that day).
   "Oh, well," I said, "I think; I meditate
And - " "Think?  A man can`t always think  -
Not all the time.  Good lord!  I`d take to drink!

"I`d go stone mad," he said.  "I know the trees
   And birds and sky, and all that sort of stuff
Please for a while.  But man can`t live on these.
I`ve got my love of nature`s harmonies;
   But, spare me days, man, nature`s not enough.
You work, you say.  But then, when work is done,
What in the thunder do you do for fun?

"Ah, well," he said.  "It`s peaceful, that I`ll say.
   Er - what`s the time?  Good heavens, I must go!
I`ve got a crowd of men to see to-day;
I`ll miss the train!  I must be on my way.
   Can`t spare another half a minute.  So,
Good-bye.  I wonder you`re not dilly, lad."
"Ah, that`s just it," I told him.  "I am mad."
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