Then there were the bird cages, the iron
hoops, the steel skates
Newports Cigarettes, the Queen Anne coal-scuttle, the bagatelle
board, the hand organ--all gone, and jewels, too. Opals and emeralds,
they lie about the roots of turnips. What a scraping paring affair it is
to be sure! The wonder is that I've any clothes on my back, that I sit
surrounded by solid furniture at this moment. Why, if one wants to
compare life to anything, one must liken it to being blown through the
Tube at fifty miles an hour--landing at the other end without a single
hairpin in one's hair
Newport 100s! Shot out at the feet of God entirely ##########!
Tumbling head over heels in the asphodel meadows like brown paper parcels
pitched down a shoot in the post office! With one's hair flying back like
the tail of a race-horse. Yes
Wholesale Newport Cigarettes, that seems to express the rapidity of
life, the perpetual waste and repair; all so casual, all so haphazard. . .