“The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand.
‘If this were only swept away,’
They said, ‘it would be grand.’”
CHAPTER XXIV
That was one of the days when everybody was unhappy, everybody except the Altruist. But it was against the Altruist’s principles to let the world know his changes in mood, and he may have been sad underneath his smile.
It began with the Man of the World. He came down to breakfast with a dragging step, and took his seat wearily. His face looked faded, and his eyes were dull.
“I wish somebody would give me something to make me sleep,” he said. “I lie awake every night until almost morning.”