The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-05-01

Ieehlng and swimming IN sensuality
like drunken little Bacchantes, gay. and
garianaed IN mad reveling.@
In almost every chapter Mary emits
at least one frenzied cry for that be-
lated devil Of hers Here. for instance,
is one;
God is less than nothing to me. The
Devil is really the only one to whom
we may turn, and he exacts payment
in fun for every favor
But surely he viii come one day
with happiness for me.
Yet, Oh. how can I wait?
To be woman. young and all alone.
is hard-hard-is TO want things, is TO
carry heavy, heavy weight
oh, damnl damni damn Damn
every living thing. the WorIdI-the uni
verse be damned,
"Oh, 1 am weary, weary! can't you
see that I am weary and pity me in my
own damnation2"
Once she betrays a passionate long
ing for "a bic Of red sky. Ii isn't quite
clear what she wants it for but this
Is what she says:
oh, Devil, Fate. WHOLESOME one
bring me my red sky. For a little brief
time, and viii be satisfied. Bring it
to me intensely red, intensely fun. in
tensely alive Short as you viii. but
red, red. red
I am weary-weary, and. Oh, want
my red sky"
She is veEy much enamored Of the
devil for all his delay. She thanks him
for having made her without virtue or
conscience. She thanks him for a rare
porterhouse steak and some green
young onions, TO which a whole chapter
OF penegyric is devoted. After herself,
there is nobody she likes better than
the devil.
Yes, you may gaze long and Gu
riously at the portrait in the front Of
I this book. II is Of one who is a genius
Of egotism and analysis, a genius who
Is awaiting the Devils Coming-a ge-
MUS with a wc1drous liver within.
i shall tell YOU more abdul this
liver, I think, before I have donS.'
This young woman also has scme
IDEAS concerning marriage. For ex-
ample:
When a man and a woman love one
another that is enough That is mar
riage. A Religious rite is superhuOUs
And IL the man and woman live to-
gether without the love, no ceremony
in the world can make it marriage"
A little farther on there is an essay
on the joys of eating olives, but It is
trifie too pathological for repetition
/ here. This is followed by a burst Of
angry passion created by the sight of
six tooth brushes belonging to the fam
lily.
Never does the pitiable. barren. con-
temptible, damnable narrow Nothing
ness Of my life in this hose come upon
me with a such intense force as when
my eyes happen upon those six tooth
brushes.
i live in a house with people who
AFFECT me mostly through their tooth
brushes-and those I should like, above
all things, to gather up and pitch out
OF the bathroom window-and, oh,
damn them, d-n-m-n theml'
Among other things she is a thief,
1 steal money or anything that
want. 1t amuses me-and one must be
amused" After naively confessing
| this, she launches into a litany to the
devil to deliver her from the fol-
lowing evils: Women and men who
smell of musk; sweet girls; feminine
men; black underclothing; the books
/ Of A. G. Gunter and Albert Ross; Isle
] thread stockings the soft, persistent,
maddening glances Of water cart driv-
/ ers;" unripe bananas; "bathIess peo-
ple;" red note paper; Goldfish balls; a
/ bed that sinks In the middle, and a
great many other things.
Finally we have this affecting la
ment.
Let me writhe and falter with pain:
let me go mad-bUt oh, w0rldful of
/ peOple-fOr the love of your God-give
me out Of this seething darkness only
one beautiful human hand to touch
mine with love. one beautiful human
| heart to know the aching sad lonliness
of mine. one beautiful human soul 20
mingle with mine in long, long rest.
oh. for a human being, my soul
Wails-a human being to love met
"Oh, to know-Just Once-what it is
/ to be loved!
Nineteen years without one faint
/ shadow of love in moldy, crumb}ing age
lis gray with the dust of centuries.
How long have I hvedl
How long must I live!
world.
/ "Oh, the long. long waiting.
''The millions Of human beings.
II am a human being and there is
no One-no One-no one.
Who can know this that has not
| felt it7 You do not know-you cannot
/ know.
Surely I do not ask too much. But
whether or not Il Is too much I cannot
go through the years without it-oh
| 1 cannot
You have lived your nineteen years
I fine world, and you have lived through
| some after years.
But in your nineteen years there
was someone to love you.
1T is that that counts.
Since you have had that someone
in your nineteen years, can you I'M
derstand what life is to me-me-in my
( loneliness2
My wailing, waiting soul burns with
but one desire-to be loved-oh, to be
loved
There is very much more Of this
kind of thing, and some Of it is much
more candid. Mary is certainly in
hard luck. The book pUrpOrts to be
a three months record, but nothing
| ever happens to her.
How VIII the reading public answer
that question: Insanity or genius?
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