Subject: exhumation

From: "Saul Perry" <[email-masked]>
Date: Thu, 17 Aug 2006 15:25:05 +0200

He placed his bedstead over the entrance, and laydown.
How can you get on if you stop thesupply? Encouraged by this thought, I wrote a farce.
A crowcawed, and a yellow-hammer whistled.
I was startled out of my sleep in the very depth of night. Night fell, but neither husband nor wife spoke a word.
Monorama came into the room, and began to talk a little to my wife.
When it was their meal-time, the maid-servant had to come anddrag them away by force. It was at this time that Monorama came, and stood at the door. When Iobjected, she made me conscious how ill-judged was my attemptedconsideration for her. Doctor Haran was of the same caste as myself.
I need not have done so much, forour own wants were few.
How we got the house out of Harimohans clutches is a long story. How can you get on if you stop thesupply?
Pulling my cloth over my shoulders, Ispread a piece of newspaper over a packing-case, and sat down.
In front of it is the garden,at the foot of which the river Ganges flows. I was not goingto allow myself to acknowledge defeat.
That evening I had been drinking a little, and my heart was in amelting mood.
Then I decided to leave my garden-house, and took Monorama for a tripon the river.
Yet I never got money in the measure that I got fun and fame.