"How many of you are there?"
"Thousands on the roads, the abandoned railtracks, tonight, bums on the outside, libraries inside."
He was drunken in new and more profound ways-with Ruth, who had fired him with love and with a glimpse of higher and eternal life; with books, that had set a myriad maggots of desire gnawing in his brain; and with the sense of personal cleanliness he was achieving, that gave him even more superb health than what he had enjoyed and that made his whole body sing with physical well-being.
There was a land of Cavaliers and Cotton fields called the Old South...
Here in this pretty world Gallantry took it's last bow. Here was the last ever to be seen of Khights and their Ladies Fair, of Master and of Slave...
Look for it only in books, for it is no more than a dream remembered.
A Civilization gone with the wind...
Je passais au bord de la Seine
Un livre ancien sous le bras
Le fleuve est pareil à ma peine
Il s'écoule et ne tarit pas
Quand donc finira la semaine