Your hair may be brushed, but your mind's untidy. You've had about seven hours of sleep since Friday. No wonder you feel that lost sensation. You're sunk from a riot of relaxation.
How pleasant is Saturday night when I've tried all the week to be good, and not spoke a word that was bad, and obliged everyone that I could.
One non-revolutionary weekend is infinitely more bloody than a month of permanent revolution.
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