from the desk of F. Loris Curmudgeon, esq.

0 | 4.2.2010 | 2 years ago

The gallows in my garden, people say,
Is new and neat and adequately tall;
I tie the noose on in a knowing way
As one that knots his necktie for a ball;
But just as all the neighbours on the wall
Are drawing a long breath to shout “Hurray!”
The strangest whim has seized me… After all
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

— G.K. Chesterton, ‘A Ballade of Suicide’