WEARINESS

No, I do not want to dance tonight, nor talk nor play. You think I am foolish because I want to sit here and stare into the night? I wonder! You say I am lazy? I wonder at that too. Well, no matter. You go and dance and leave me here alone; then when you return you will tell me what you have accomplished by your dancing, and if you feel any the happier for it,—but no, do not bother— I think I shall be too tired even to listen. It is true you will be exercising your legs, but I shall sit here and travel far and wide among the stars— and exercise my soul. Do you know my body seems strangely lax tonight? I think I must be quite exhausted; and I am sure that I could sit here for years and years and never move a muscle or enter into life at all again. So tired am I. Perhaps, if I sit here long enough, all the generations of the future will come and tell me their secrets because they will know I should be far too weary ever to repeat them.