I'm Irish. We Think Sideways

I Have Got So Low That I Have Asked To Be Hospitalized And For Deep Narcosis (sleep). I Cannot Stand Being Awake. The Pain Is Too Much... Something Has Happened To Me, This Vital Spark Has Stopped Burning - I Go To A Dinner Table Now And I Don't Say A Word, Just Sit There Like A Dodo. Normally I Am The Centre Of Attention, Keeps The Conversation Going, - So That Is Depressing In Itself. It's Like Another Person Taking Over, Very Strange. The Most Important Thing I Say Is 'good Evening' And Then I Go Quiet.

All I Ask Is The Chance To Prove That Money Can't Make Me Happy.

Only On The Third Class Tourist Class Passengers' Deck Was It A Sultry Overcast Morning, But Then If You Do Things On The Cheap You Must Expect These Things.

I'm A Hero With Coward's Legs.

Are You Going To Come Quietly, Or Do I Have To Use Earplugs?