My uncle said: “American woman can’t keep away from Omar and chicken-salad.”
I began to peruse it.
The raindrops by my window tuned:
“Tap, tap, tip, tap, tap!”
I thumped the book on the floor, and exclaimed:
“Mr. Khayyam!”
Rubaiyat is a menace against civilisation.
Americanism is nothing but the delight in life and the world.
I wonder why the wise government of Washington does not oppose its pagan circulation.
It is leprosy.