We jog along together, like the rest of human kind:
But the quondam “careless bachelor” begins to think he knows
The answer to that ancient problem “how the money goes!”
Lewis Carroll.
A VALENTINE
(Sent to a friend who complained that I was glad enough to see him when he came, but didn’t seem to miss him if he stayed away.)
AND cannot pleasures, while they last,
Be actual unless, when past,
They leave us shuddering and aghast,