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Updated: June 25, 2025


This street, I begin to understand, is consecrated to the unrealities so precious to us. We come here and for a little while allow our dreams to peer timorously at life. In the streets west of here we are what we are browbeaten, weary-eyed, terribly optimistic units of the boobilariat. Our secret characterizations we hide desperately from the frowns of windows and the squeal of "L" trains.

"No, I sat up," he finally confessed. "Why?" I demanded. And still again his eye tried to evade mine. "We're a bit short of ready cash." He tried to say it indifferently, but the effort was a failure. "Then why didn't you tell me that before?" I asked, sitting up and spurning the back-rest. "You had worries enough of your own," proclaimed my weary-eyed lord and master.

Many of these were wounded and lay on the floor among the crying babies and weary-eyed women. Many of them were drinking and drunk. They clinked glasses and pledged each other in French and English and broadest Scotch, with a "Hell to the Kaiser!" and "a bas Guillaume!"

About the walls were palings that represented a back fence, along which crawled painted black cats in every conceivable state a rather odd conceit for a cabaret. Although the sun had not yet set, the electric lights were already agleam. On a raised platform three weary-eyed musicians were pounding and thumping out the latest Broadway hit.

I sit on a bed beside a weary-eyed, fair-haired, sturdy young woman, half undressed, who is telling me in broken German something that my knowledge of German is at first inadequate to understand.... I thought she was boasting about her family, and then slowly the meaning came to me.

The stern, black-bearded kings who sit about the Council-board of India divided on the step, with the inevitable result of driving the Very Greatest of All the Viceroys into the borders of hysteria, and a bewildered obstinacy pathetic as that of a child. 'The principle is sound enough, said the weary-eyed Head of the Red Provinces in which Kot-Kumharsen lay, for he too held theories.

It generally rained at night, and the flimsy huts did little to keep out the wet. Such things went far to take away the first enthusiasm and to leave the travelers in rather a sad and weary-eyed state. By the third day the river narrowed and became swifter. With luck the voyagers reached Gorgona on a high bluff. This was usually the end of the river journey.

Just around the last bend in the road followed old Frank. Sometimes he trotted, sometimes he broke into a gallop. Sometimes he stopped to drink at streams that came slipping down green walls of rock, crossed the road like snakes, and dived into the foliage below. His tongue hung out; he was gaunt, dust-covered, weary-eyed.

Hilarius approached diffidently, and stooped down to wipe away the grimy tears. The child regarded him, round eyes, open mouth; then with a shrill cry of joy, she held out her thin arms. At the sound of her cry the door opened; on the threshold stood a woman still young but haggard and weary-eyed; at her breast was a little babe.

Let the world go; let all speak of him as they would; this pale, weary-eyed woman should henceforth represent existence to him. He would know no law but the bidding of his sovereign love. She spoke. 'Have I fallen in your eyes? 'You have always been to me the highest, and will be whilst I live. They had passed into the shadow of the trees; he took her hand and held it.

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