“I am completely blasé—literally used up. I am dying for excitement. Is it possible that nobody can suggest anything to make my heart beat violently, my hair stand on end—but no!”
Where did I hear those words (so truly applicable to my forlorn condition) pronounced by some delightful creature? In a previous state of existence, I believe.
Oh, Memory, Memory!
Y—no C. G—no D. C. D. I think it is—but I don’t know—there’s nothing in it.
