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The Journal of a Disappointed Man
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W. N. P. Barbellion
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H.:
"I
shan't
believe
you're
dead
till
I
see
your
tombstone.
I
shall
then
say
to
the
Sexton,
'Is
he
really
dead,
then?'
and
the
Sexton
will
say,
'Well,
'ee's
buried
onny
way.'"
Bob
was
not
quite
in
sympathy
with
our
boisterous
spirits.
May
15.
Gardening
Sought
out
H----
as
he
was
watering
his
petunias
in
the
garden.
He
informed
me
he
was
going
to
London
on
Monday.
H.:
"Mother
is
coming
too."
B.:
"Why?"
H.:
"Oh!
I'm
buying
my
kit--shirts
and
things.
I
sail
at
the
beginning
of
July."
B.:
"I
suppose
shirts
are
difficult
to
buy.
You
wouldn't
know
what
to
do
with
one
if
you
had
one.
Your
mother
will
lead
you
by
the
hand
into
a
shop
and
say,
'H----,
dear,
this
is
a
shirt,'
and
you'll
reply
with
pathos,
'Mother
what
are
the
wild
shirts
saying?'"
H.:
"You're
a
B.F."
(goes
on
watering).
"I
wonder
what
you'd
do
if
you
were
let
loose
in
a
big
garden,"
I
began.
H.:
"I
should
be
as
happy
as
a
bird.
I
should
hop
about,
chirrup
and
lay
eggs.
You
should
have
seen
my
tomato
plants
last
year--one
was
as
tall
as
father."
B.:
"Now
tell
me
of
the
Gooseberry
as
big
as
Mother."
Mutual
execrations.
Then
we
grinned
and
cackled
at
each
other,
emitting
weird
and
ferocious
cachinnations.
Several
times
a
day
in
confidential,
serious
tones--after
one
of
these
explosions--we
say,
"I
really
believe
we're
mad."
You
never
heard
such
extraordinary
caterwaulings.
Our
snappy
conversations
are
interrupted
with
them
every
minute
or
so!
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