How do people go to sleep? I'm afraid I've lost the knack. I might try busting myself smartly over the temple with the night-light. I might repeat to myself, slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound; if I can remember any of the damn things.

Vice is nice, but liquor is quicker.

Take me or leave me; or, as is the usual order of things, both.

My land is bare of chattering folk; / the clouds are low along the ridges, / and sweet's the air with curly smoke / from all my burning bridges.

If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide, If cool my heart and high my head I think 'How lucky are the dead.

Some men break your heart in two, Some men fawn and flatter, Some men never look at you; And that cleans up the matter.

If I had a shiny gun I could have a world of fun Speeding bullets through the brains Of the folks that cause me pains :)