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He thought it was "prime," being in the hospital, and told me that he was living like a fighting cock, and that he did not mean to go out sooner than he could help. I asked him if he were not in pain, and he said "Yes," when he "thought about it." HE THOUGHT IT WAS PRIME BEING IN THE HOSPITAL AND TOLD ME THAT HE WAS LIVING LIKE A FIGHTING COCK AND THAT HE DID NOT MEAN TO GO OUT SOONER THAN HE COULD HELP I ASKED HIM IF HE WERE NOT IN PAIN AND HE SAID YES WHEN HE THOUGHT ABOUT IT
vale, that poor mad Ludwig, the late King of Bavaria, drowned himself. Poor King! Fate gave him everything calculated to make a man happy, excepting one thing, and that was the power of being happy. Fate has a mania for striking balances. I knew a little shoeblack once who used to follow his profession at the corner of Westminster Bridge. Fate gave him an average of sixpence a day to live upon and provide himself with luxuries; but she also gave him a power of enjoying that kept him jolly all day long. He could buy as much enjoyment for a penny as the average man could for a ten-pound note--more, I almost think. He did not know he was badly off, any more than King Ludwig knew he was well off; and all day long he laughed and played, and worked a little--not more than he could help--and ate and drank, and gambled. The last time I saw him was in St. Thomas's Hospital, into which he had got himself owing to his fatal passion for walking along outside the stone coping of Westminster Bridge. IMSELF IN THAT FAIR VALE THAT POOR MAD LUDWIG THE LATE KING OF BAVARIA DROWNED HIMSELF POOR KING FATE GAVE HIM EVERYTHING CALCULATED TO MAKE A MAN HAPPY EXCEPTING ONE THING AND THAT WAS THE POWER OF BEING HAPPY FATE HAS A MANIA FOR STRIKING BALANCES I KNEW A LITTLE SHOEBLACK ONCE WHO USED TO FOLLOW HIS PROFESSION AT THE CORNER OF WESTMINSTER BRIDGE FATE GAVE HIM AN AVERAGE OF SIXPENCE A DAY TO LIVE UPON AND PROVIDE HIMSELF WITH LUXURIES BUT SHE ALSO GAVE HIM A POWER OF ENJOYING THAT KEPT HIM JOLLY ALL DAY LONG HE COULD BUY AS MUCH ENJOYMENT FOR A PENNY AS THE AVERAGE MAN COULD FOR A TEN POUND NOTE MORE I ALMOST THINK HE DID NOT KNOW HE WAS BADLY OFF ANY MORE THAN KING GOOD VIG KNEW HE WAS WELL OFF AND ALL DAY LONG HE LAUGHED AND PLAYED AND WORKED A LITTLE NOT MORE THAN HE COULD HELP AND ATE AND DRANK AND GAMBLED THE LAST TIME I SAW HIM WAS IN SAINT THOMAS'S HOSPITAL INTO WHICH HE HAD GOT HIMSELF OWING TO HIS FATAL PASSION FOR WALKING ALONG OUTSIDE THE STONE COPING OF WESTMINSTER BRIDGE
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