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I have thrown it out of the window, and it has fallen on people's heads, and those people have picked it up and smoothed it out, and brought it back to the house, and members of my family  "friends" they call themselves  people of my own flesh and blood  have thanked them and taken it in again! I HAVE THROWN IT OUT OF THE WINDOW AND IT HAS FALLEN ON PEOPLE'S HEADS AND THOSE PEOPLE HAVE PICKED IT UP AND SMOOTHED IT OUT AND BROUGHT IT BACK TO THE HOUSE AND MEMBERS OF MY FAMILY FRIENDS THEY CALL THEMSELVES PEOPLE OF MY OWN FLESH AND BLOOD HAVE THANKED THEM AND TAKEN IT IN AGAIN
t is the train I select to travel by on a Friday. On Saturday morning I get up at six, swallow a hasty breakfast, and rush off to catch a return train that goes on every day in the week "except Saturdays." I go to London, Brighton and South Coast Railway-stations and clamour for South-Eastern trains. On Bank Holidays I forget it is Bank Holiday, and go and sit on draughty platforms for hours, waiting for trains that do not run on Bank Holidays. To add to my misfortunes, I am the miserable possessor of a demon time-table that I cannot get rid of, a Bradshaw for August, 1887. Regularly, on the first of each month, I buy and bring home with me a new Bradshaw and a new A.B.C. What becomes of them after the second of the month, I do not know. After the second of the month, I never see either of them again. What their fate is, I can only guess. In their place is left, to mislead me, this wretched old 1887 corpse. For three years I have been trying to escape from it, but it will not leave me. THE TRAIN I SELECT TO TRAVEL BY ON A FRIDAY ON SATURDAY MORNING I GET UP AT SIX SWALLOW A HASTY BREAKFAST AND RUSH OFF TO CATCH A RETURN TRAIN THAT GOES ON EVERY DAY IN THE WEEK EXCEPT SATURDAYS I GO TO LONDON BRIGHTON AND SOUTH COAST RAILWAY STATIONS AND CLAMOUR FOR SOUTH EASTERN TRAINS ON BANK HOLIDAYS I FORGET IT IS BANK HOLIDAY AND GO AND SIT ON DRAUGHTY PLATFORMS FOR HOURS WAITING FOR TRAINS THAT DO NOT RUN ON BANK HOLIDAYS TO ADD TO MY MISFORTUNES I AM THE MISERABLE POSSESSOR OF A DEMON TIME TABLE THAT I CANNOT GET RID OF A BRADSHORE FOR AUGUST EIGHTEEN EIGHTY SEVEN REGULARLY ON THE FIRST OF EACH MONTH I BUY AND BRING HOME WITH ME A NEW BRADSHORE AND A NEW A B C WHAT BECOMES OF THEM AFTER THE SECOND OF THE MONTH I DO NOT KNOW AFTER THE SECOND OF THE MONTH I NEVER SEE EITHER OF THEM AGAIN WHAT THEIR FATE IS I CAN ONLY GUESS IN THEIR PLACES LEFT TO MISLEAD ME THIS WRETCHED OLD EIGHTEEN EIGHTY SEVEN CORPSE FOR THREE YEARS I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO ESCAPE FROM IT BUT IT WILL NOT LEAVE ME
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