Alice: An Adultery

He seemed to forget me altogether. “ Namo tassa Bhagavato arahato sammasam- buddhasa,” he murmured, turning to his little black Buddha-rupa. There was a calm like unto—might I say, an afterwards ? “ There is an end of joy and sorrow, Peace all day long, all night, all morrow,” he began drowsily. A shrill voice rose in a great curse. The hoarse anger of drunken harlotry snarled back. “ Not a drop more,” shouted my friend, adding many things*. It was time for my return. “ I will let them know,” I whispered. “ Good- bye.” “ ‘ There is not one thing with another ; But Evil saith to Good : ‘ My brother—’ ” he went on unheeding. I left him to his peace. My re-appearance restored harmony. The * The substance of his remarks, and subsequent adven- tures are detailed in my “ Three Screams at Mid- night.”—ED.