Only he hated the words he uttered, hated the blunt honesty which forced them from his lips. Die, indeed! We’re going to do work; we’re going to unfold about each other; we’re going to have children. He shot at me at the ‘Unusual,’ and the magistrates bound him over to keep the peace. Gay, by his strokes of pleasantry, whether in his writings or conversation, never lost a friend.
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