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He woke up with a sick taste in his mouth,

And lay there heavily, while dancing,

notes whirled through his brain in endless, rippling streams, and a gray mist weighed down

upon his eyes so that they could not open fully.

Yet after sometime his blurred mind stumbled back to its last ragged memory- a room; Air full of wine;a shooting, reeling crowd of freinds who dragged him, dazzled 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, brought him home it seemed, sence he awoke in bed- oh damn the business, he had not wanted it- the silly jokes, "one last, greet night of freedom are u married""you'll get no fun then!"h-sshh dont tell that story. he'll have a wife soon"- god! the sitting down to drink till u were sodden!...



like great light

she came to 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,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 wallow, but he didntcare 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 bed posts- everything was changed some how... his room. was this his room?

he turned his head- and saw beside him there sagging bodies slope, the pait smeared face and the loose, open mouth lax an awry. the breasts, the bleached and britle hair...these were things...as if 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.