The One Thought vanished; all my mind was torn to rags: —— nay! nay! my head was mashed into wood pulp, and thereon the Daily Newspaper was printed.
Thus wrote I, since my One Love was torn from me. I cannot work: I cannot think: I seek distraction here: I seek distraction there: but this is all my truth, that I who love have lost; and how may I regain?
I must have money to get to America.
O Mage! Sage! Gauge thy Wage, or in the Page of Thine Age is written Rage!
O my darling! We should not have spent Ninety Pounds in that Three Weeks in Paris! … Slash the Breaks on thine arm with a pole-axe!