Zev – The Roommate From Hell

094: `Prophet!’ said I, `thing of evil! – prophet still, if bird or devil! –

095: Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.

096: `Wretch,’ I cried, `thy God hath lent thee – by these angels he has sent thee’

097: On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.’

098: And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

099: Darkness there, and nothing more.

100: `Sir,’ said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

102: Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster

224: Well, anyway, I might start posting less than I have been

226: It’s been fun, internet

345: and whatever their enlarged & numerous senses could percieve.

346: And particularly they studied the genius of each city & country, placing it under its mental deity.

The Roommate From Hell