Clarence Michael James Dennis

The Madman

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"I should go mad," he said, "in such a place!
The lack of company, the loneliness!
Nothing but trees to stare you in the face;
Nothing to do; no life; no pep; no pace!
I'd die of melancholy." I said "Yes?"
"Why, yes," said he. "The suburbs can be bad.
But this? Why, heavens, man! I should go mad."

"What do you do?" he said. "How find a way
To pass the time? Of course, the country's great
For rest and that" (I wished he'd go away;
I had a hundred things to do that day).
"Oh, well," I said, "I think; I meditate
And - " "Think? A man can't always think -
Not all the time. Good lord! I'd take to drink!

"I'd go stone mad," he said. "I know the trees
And birds and sky, and all that sort of stuff
Please for a while. But man can't live on these.
I've got my love of nature's harmonies;
But, spare me days, man, nature's not enough.
You work, you say. But then, when work is done,
What in the thunder do you do for fun?

"Ah, well," he said. "It's peaceful, that I'll say.
Er - what's the time? Good heavens, I must go!
I've got a crowd of men to see to-day;
I'll miss the train! I must be on my way.
Can't spare another half a minute. So,
Good-bye. I wonder you're not dilly, lad."
"Ah, that's just it," I told him. "I am mad."

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