Manchurian Books

Instead of my blue serge sailor suit and my _robe de
nuit_ and kimona etc., it contained a checked gentleman's suit,
a mussed shirt and a cap. At first I was merely astonished. Then
a sense of loss overpowered me. I suffered. I was prostrated
with grief. Not that I cared a Rap for the clothes I'd lost,
being most of them to small and patched here and there. But I
had lost the plot of my Play. My Career was gone.
I was undone.
It may be asked what has this Recitle to do with the
account of meeting a Celebrity. I reply that it has a great deal
to do with it. A bare recitle of a meeting may be News, but it
is not Art.
A theme consists of Introduction, Body and Conclusion.
This is still the Introduction.
When I was at last revived enough to think I knew what had
happened. The young man who took the Cinder out of my eye had
come to sit beside me, which I consider was merely kindness on
his part and nothing like Flirting, and he had brought his
Suitcase over, and they had got mixed up. But I knew the Familey
would call it Flirting, and not listen to a word I said.


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