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The Diary of a Nobody
·
George Grossmith Weedon Grossmith
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APRIL
29.—
I
am
getting
quite
accustomed
to
being
snubbed
by
Lupin,
and
I
do
not
mind
being
sat
upon
by
Carrie,
because
I
think
she
has
a
certain
amount
of
right
to
do
so;
but
I
do
think
it
hard
to
be
at
once
snubbed
by
wife,
son,
and
both
my
guests.
Gowing
and
Cummings
had
dropped
in
during
the
evening,
and
I
suddenly
remembered
an
extraordinary
dream
I
had
a
few
nights
ago,
and
I
thought
I
would
tell
them
about
it.
I
dreamt
I
saw
some
huge
blocks
of
ice
in
a
shop
with
a
bright
glare
behind
them.
I
walked
into
the
shop
and
the
heat
was
overpowering.
I
found
that
the
blocks
of
ice
were
on
fire.
The
whole
thing
was
so
real
and
yet
so
supernatural
I
woke
up
in
a
cold
perspiration.
Lupin
in
a
most
contemptuous
manner,
said:
“What
utter
rot.”
Before
I
could
reply,
Gowing
said
there
was
nothing
so
completely
uninteresting
as
other
people’s
dreams.
I
appealed
to
Cummings,
but
he
said
he
was
bound
to
agree
with
the
others
and
my
dream
was
especially
nonsensical.
I
said:
“It
seemed
so
real
to
me.”
Gowing
replied:
“Yes,
to
you
perhaps,
but
not
to
us.”
Whereupon
they
all
roared.
Carrie,
who
had
hitherto
been
quiet,
said:
“He
tells
me
his
stupid
dreams
every
morning
nearly.”
I
replied:
“Very
well,
dear,
I
promise
you
I
will
never
tell
you
or
anybody
else
another
dream
of
mine
the
longest
day
I
live.”
Lupin
said:
“Hear!
hear!”
and
helped
himself
to
another
glass
of
beer.
The
subject
was
fortunately
changed,
and
Cummings
read
a
most
interesting
article
on
the
superiority
of
the
bicycle
to
the
horse.
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