bely. At our next meeting o brotter today. And if you still t ogetalk about music and Mozart and Gluck and Plato and Goeto your s content. You and nooday at any rate. For naturally, your suicide is not a final one. e are in a magic ter; a ures, not realities. See t you pick out beautiful and c you really are not in love ionable personality any longer. Sill, er it, you need only  I ; (Again t laugiful and frig;And notle ceremony and quite a jolly one. You o cast aside tacles of your personality. So come  ;

    Laugurned me about so t I faced tic mirror on there I saw myself.

    I saant as my usual self, except t I looked unusually good- and laug I ime to recognize myself before tion fell to pieces. A second, a tentiet till tic mirror  s of ant of recognition. Some of titudinous y-year-olds and ty-year-olds played leap frog. ty-year-olds and five-year-olds, solemn and merry, able, and even quite naked, long ions, left and rigo t of it. One, an elegant young felloogeticularly pleased me, a good looking and ceen or seventeen years, sprang like ligo tices on t after  of a door on which was inscribed:

    ALL GIRLS ARE YOURS

    ONE QUARtER IN t

    t into t he door.

    Pablo too ly  all tless figures. I realized t I  to myself and to ter, and I  y from door to door and read on eacs alluring invitation.

    tion

    JOLLY ING

    GREAt  IN AUtOMOBILES

    attracted me. I opened tepped in.

    I  at once into a ement. Cars, some of treets crians. t