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But tell me, What does the whole thing mean? What are we,    Slaves of an awful ignorance? BUT TELL ME WHAT DOES THIS WHOLE THING MEAN WHAT ARE WE SLAVES OF AN AWFUL IGNORANCE
se forever Shone with the smooth and slippery polish That tells the snake. That night he drifted Into an up-town haunt and ordered -- Whatever it was -- with a soft assurance That made me mad as I stood behind him, Gripping his death, and waited. Coward, I think, is the name the world has given To men like me; but I'll swear I never Thought of my own disgrace when I shot him -- Yes, in the back, -- I know it, I know it Now; but what if I do? . . . As I watched him Lying there dead in the scattered sawdust, Wet with a day's blown froth, I noted That things were still; that the walnut tables, Where men but a moment before were sitting, Were gone; that a screen of something around me Shut them out of my sight. But the gilded Signs of a hundred beers and whiskeys Flashed from the walls above, and the mirrors And glasses behind the bar were lighted In some strange way, and into my spirit A thousand shafts of terrible fire Burned like death, and I fell. The story Of what came then, you know. ONGS AND BOTTLES THE CAT WAS THERE AND HIS EASE FOREVER SHONE WITH THE SMOOTH AND SLIPPERY POLISH THAT TELLS THE SNAKE AT NIGHT HE DRIFTED INTO AN UPTOWN HAUNT AND ORDERED WHATEVER IT WAS WITH A SOFT ASSURANCE THAT MADE ME MAD AS I STOOD BEHIND HIM GRIPPING HIS DEATH AND WAITED COWARD I THINK IS A NAME THE WORLD HAS GIVEN TO MEN LIKE ME BUT I'LL SWEAR I NEVER THOUGHT OF MY OWN DISGRACE WHEN I SHOT HIM YES IN THE BACK I KNOW IT I KNOW IT NOW BUT WHAT IF I DO AS I WATCHED HIM LYING THERE DEAD IN THE SCATTERED SAWDUST WET WITH A DAY'S BLOWN FROTH I NOTED THAT THINGS WERE STILL THAT THE WALL LIT TABLES WHERE MEN BUT A MOMENT BEFORE WERE SITTING WERE GONE THAT A SCREEN OF SOMETHING AROUND ME SHUT THEM OUT OF MY SIGHT BUT THE GILDED SIGNS OF A HUNDRED BEERS AND WHISKEYS FLASHED FROM THE WALLS ABOVE AND THE MIRRORS AND GLASSES BEHIND THE BARS WERE LIGHTED IN SOME STRANGE WAY AND INTO MY SPIRIT A THOUSAND SHAFTS OF TERRIBLE FIRE BURNED LIKE DEATH AND I FELL THE STORY OF WHAT CAME THEN YOU KNOW
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