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Literary Lapses
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Stephen Leacock
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"The
happiness
of
Fifty-Six
seemed
to
enter
into
and
fill
my
whole
life.
I
lived
but
from
Saturday
to
Saturday.
The
appearance
of
false
shirt-fronts
would
cast
me
to
the
lowest
depths
of
despair;
their
absence
raised
me
to
a
pinnacle
of
hope.
It
was
not
till
winter
softened
into
spring
that
Fifty-Six
nerved
himself
to
learn
his
fate.
One
Saturday
he
sent
me
a
new
white
waistcoat,
a
garment
which
had
hitherto
been
shunned
by
his
modest
nature,
to
prepare
for
his
use.
I
bestowed
upon
it
all
the
resources
of
my
art;
I
read
his
purpose
in
it.
On
the
Saturday
following
it
was
returned
to
me
and,
with
tears
of
joy,
I
marked
where
a
warm
little
hand
had
rested
fondly
on
the
right
shoulder,
and
knew
that
Fifty-Six
was
the
accepted
lover
of
his
sweetheart."
Ah-Yen
paused
and
sat
for
some
time
silent;
his
pipe
had
sputtered
out
and
lay
cold
in
the
hollow
of
his
hand;
his
eye
was
fixed
upon
the
wall
where
the
light
and
shadows
shifted
in
the
dull
flickering
of
the
candle.
At
last
he
spoke
again:
Marker
Marker
Fine marker
White-out
Fine white-out
Circle
Paint
Unmarker
Hand
Scalpel
Dice
Sieve
Purify
Undo
Redo
Start over
