Or repartees belated."
"Mammon by day and maundering at night
Oh, Shade!" I cried, "can furnish scant delight,
The Race for Wealth is rapid.
How can the feverish rush find true relief
In heartless intercourse, as bald as brief,
Amusement vain as vapid?"
"Amusement? Intercourse? They scarce exist."
The Shadow answered. "Some Bœotian mist
Society blinds and muddles.