...Once again, come and gone is that thoughtful time of year. I find myself filled with things many save, Christmas cheer. Peace on Earth? Good will toward men? Dear Ebeneezer, I know whereof you speak. How could you suffer it to be so? Prisons be not filled with enough rakes and troughs! What is the true colour of conscience foe?
While rushing home in carriages to share gifts of love with friend and family, I have seen many throttle his fellow in pursuit of the goal. Their violence is likened to crowd's collective intent stirring players in their sport. In neither place should dwell Mort. A bowl of mutton and crust of bread before I retire. Cynicism? Self-absorption? Who invited you-all to share my fire? What will century's end bring? Will a miser, at some other time, find himself, as I am now, pondering such things? All the best!
