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"How are we to find time," I say, "to go to all the places that we really ought to go to  to all the cafes and theatres and music halls and beer gardens and dancing saloons that we want to visit  if you waste half the precious day loafing about churches and cathedrals?" HOW ARE WE TO FIND TIME I SAY TO GO TO ALL THE PLACES THAT WE REALLY OUGHT TO GO TO TO ALL THE CAFES AND THEATRES AND MUSIC HALLS AND BEER GARDENS AND DANCING SALOONS THAT WE WANT A VISIT IF YOU WASTE HALF THE PRECIOUS DAY LOAFING ABOUT CHURCHES AND CATHEDRALS
or churches in early youth, and so am not now like this poor B. In a little while he comes in, and sits down beside me. There is a wild, unhealthy excitement in his eye, and, under a defiant air of unnatural gaiety, he attempts to hide his consciousness of guilt. "It was a lovely altar-cloth," he whispers to me, with an enthusiasm that only makes one sorrow for him the more, so utterly impossible does it cause all hope of cure to seem. "And they've got a coffin in the north crypt that is simply a poem. I never enjoyed a sarcophagus more in all my life." I do not say much at the time; it would be useless. But after the day is done, and we are standing beside our little beds, and all around is as silent as one can expect it to be in an hotel where people seem to be arriving all night long with heavy luggage, and to be all, more or less, in trouble, I argue with him, and gently reprove him. To avoid the appearance of sermonising as much as possible, I put it on mere grounds of expediency.  I LEARN TO CONTROL MY CRAVING FOR CHURCHES IN EARLY YOUTH AND SO AM NOT NOW LIKE THIS POOR BEE IN A LITTLE WHILE HE COMES IN AND SITS DOWN BESIDE ME THERE IS A WILD UNHEALTHY EXCITEMENT IN HIS EYE AND UNDER A DEFIANT AIR OF UNNATURAL GAIETY HE ATTEMPTS TO HIDE HIS CONSCIOUSNESS OF GUILT IT WAS A LOVELY ALTARCLOTH HE WHISPERS TO ME WITH AN ENTHUSIASM THAT ONLY MAKES ONE SORRY FOR HIM THE MORE SO IT UTTERLY IMPOSSIBLE DOES IT CAUSE ALL HOPED OF CURE TO SEEM AND THEY GOT A COFFIN IN THE NORTH CRIB THAT IS SIMPLY A POEM I NEVER ENJOYED A SARCOPHAGUS MORE IN ALL MY LIFE I DO NOT SAY MUCH AT THE TIME IT WOULD BE USELESS BUT AFTER THE DAY IS DONE AND WE ARE STANDING BESIDE OUR LITTLE BEDS AND ALL AROUND IS AS SILENT AS ONE CAN EXPECT IT TO BE IN A HOTEL WHERE PEOPLE SEEM TO BE ARRIVING ALL NIGHT LONG WITH HEAVY LUGGAGE AND TO BE ALL MORE OR LESS IN TROUBLE I ARGUE WITH HIM AND GENTLY REPROVE HIM TO AVOID THE APPEARANCE OF SERMONISING AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE I PUT IT ON MERE GROUNDS OF EXPEDIENCY
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