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What Is It In Absinthe That Makes It A Separate Cult? The Effects Of Its Abuse Are Totally Distinct From Those Of Other Stimulants. Even In Ruin And In Degradation It Remains A Thing Apart: Its Victims Wear A Ghastly Aureole All Their Own, And In Their Peculiar Hell Yet Gloat With A Sinister Perversion Of Pride That They Are Not As Other Men.

The Eternal Mistake Of Mankind Is To Set Up An Attainable Ideal.

Light, Life And Love Are Like Three Glow-worms At Thy Feet: The Whole Universe Of Stars, The Dewdrops On The Grass Whereon Thou Walkest!

The Most Delicious Sensation Of All Is The Re-birth Of Healthy Human Love. Spring Coming Back To Earth!

But Neither Europe Nor Africa Can Show Any Such Desolation As America. The Proudest, Stubbornest, Bitterest Peasant Of Deserted Spain, The Most Primitive And Superstitious Arab Of The Remotest Oases, Are A Little More Than Kin And Never Less Than Kind At Their Worst; Whereas In The United States One Is Almost Always Conscious Of An Instinctive Lack Of Sympathy And Understanding With Even The Most Charming And Cultured People.