Shall I swallow my dinner? I can't—shall I sleep?
Then I don't get away from myself!
Shall I think what a beau I have once been, and weep
Like a belle, that is laid on the shelf?
Shall I write? shall I read? ah, yes, that will do,
But an old book is terrible stuff:
Boy, get the new novel, stop, reading's so new,
That a book will be novel enough!