But ... Well, who knows it isn't better that way?
It's quieter, at least.... Rambuncto—friend—
Why, you're not going?... Well—it's a stupid year,
And the world's very useless.... Sorry.... Still
The dusk intransience that I much prefer
Leaves place for little hope and less regret.
I don't suppose he'd care, to stay to dine
Under the circumstances.... What's life for?