Barry Pain

“ I was dining with a publisher, too, and could hardly afford to seem to be any less intelligent than I really am. I fell asleep with that curse in my ears, and I dreamed a very horrible thing. I dreamed that I was a pavement poet. ”

“ Underneath these the artist was drawing with infinite care in coloured chalks a representation of a somewhat bloated apple and two plums. There were inscriptions of a noble simplicity. "I am genuine," said one of them. ”

“ But he took the money from me just the same and with a benevolent smile deposited it in the cap of the pavement artist.
"Thank you, captain," said the artist. My friend the poet looks much more like a cabbage than he does like a captain, but the artist has his regular tariff ”