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Portrait of Ethel Turner Ethel Turner The Family at Misrule — XIII. PARNASSUS AND PUDDINGS (1895)

Surely since the creation there had been no one quite so wretched, so utterly bereft of all that made life worth living! How grey and monotonous stretched out the future before him! The probable length of his life made him aghast. The sheer uselessness of living, the hollow mockery of the sunshine and laughter and birds' songs, and the intolerable length of hours and days, seemed each day to strike him with fresh force.
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Portrait of Ethel Turner Ethel Turner The Family at Misrule — XIII. PARNASSUS AND PUDDINGS (1895)

He composed it at midnight, after eating his heart out in misery all the day. It was written in his blackest writing, as might be expected, and upon a sheet of grey note paper,—the University buff had suddenly offended his sense of fitness.
"Oh, what is life when all its joys are fled!
I am in love with Death's long dreamful ease.
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