CHAPTER 491 aWhat an exceptional joy is a nightingale, which has learned to bsing for its supper!
2 cIts voice is the slave of its Master; if it does not dsing beautifully, it does not get to wear a ruby necklace, or to fly in an expensive roadster.
3 Sing, little ebird, sing the night away; sing your cares away: the Master of Money will reward you for every note.
CHAPTER 501 fO what a consolation are spirits, when a man needs to forget his cares.
2 Verily, they wash down the lump in a man's throat, and make him forget the gtreacheries of song.
3 hSpirits are the answer to all questions; for they carry a light of their own that makes even the darkest corners bright as a Broadway marquee.
4 iSpirits are indeed special: they turn miseries into joys, and calamities into funny stories.
5 Spirits make time run away on carpet slippers, so that the clock jchimes cheerily all night long, and only sounds kdoleful on the morning after.
6 lAnd speaking of the morning after, O Spirits, is there nothing you can do to improve on this one little flaw in your great beauty?
7 Indeed it is true that Spirits have all the answers; for the wise man will discover that they even have the power to make the morning after blaze bright and golden again.
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8 O Great Spirits! Cheers!
CHAPTER 511 mWhat a glory is the dance, those lithe and graceful brush strokes of Pleasure upon the blank canvas of the eyes!
2 Yes, the Master of Money will npatronize this highest of arts if he is wise; for even the ogreatest of dancers needs a sponsor if she is to afford a beauty as great as that which she creates.
3 But mark well that you remain the Master of Arts as well as Money; for not every pchorus girl can move as easily in society as she does on stage.
4 Yes, this is a true and wise tip from the Master: he knows of what he speaks.
CHAPTER 521 O Spirits, O my qaching head: O, I am in pain, and rI cannot keep anything down.
2 sYea, I am walking through the valley of the shadow; for I have been on a bender to end all benders.
3 O, how can any woman be worth this price in pain? tShe was a bad choice, and she is not worth worrying about.
4 Indeed, O Spirits, you have cured me of my affliction; I fear that the sight of woman will never again quicken my heart, ufor I feel like the orange rinds stuck to the bottom of a garbage pail.
5 O thank you, Great Spirits; now, is there any way for me to silence the kettledrum in my head?
6 Verily, O Great Spirits, it has been nice knowing you, but I fear that we shall not have many companionable nights in the future.
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