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Monday, March 30, 1908
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I drove down to see Bond today. We went over to Mordue's for tea, and then the ^[[consul]] Memsahib wished me to stay for dinner, which I did, and borrow a book, which I did, and not rush away so early, which I did not. I enjoyed the B's company. They're all right. 

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"Little Willie, in the best of sashes,
Fell in the fire and was burned to ashes; 
Bye and bye the room grew chilly, 
But no one liked to poke up Willie."

We might just as well smile and enjoy life today, while we can. Tomorrow we get our bills, and scratch out quarterly accounts and sweat generally. As our old friend Omar speaketh,

"Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, 
(Which isn't such a helluva lot)
Before we too into the dust descend."

When did he pipe our office floor, anyway?