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So here he lies at the last. The deathbed convert. The pious debauchee. Could not dance a half measure, could I? Give me wine, I drain the dregs and toss the empty bottle at the world. Show me our Lord Jesus in agony and I mount the cross and steal his nails for my own palms. There I go, shuffling from the world. My dribble fresh upon the bible. I look upon a pinhead and I see angels dancing. Well? Do you like me now? Do you like me now? Do you like me now? Do you like me… now?

Speak to me of abduction.

And did you like abduction?

I do not mean to upset people, but I must speak my mind, because what is in my mind is always more interesting than what is happening in the world outside my mind.

Oh, written a new play has he, all those afternoons pretending to slope off and rodger his mistress like a decent chap, he was in his room, poking at a play, that is disgusting George.