in absolute mourning. flags were lowered, a mandatory uniform of black for weeks on end. [how fortunate they were, the young. with artificial worlds redolent of orchids and pleasant, cheerful snobbery and orchestras which set the rhythm of the year, summing up the sadness and suggestiveness of purebred life in olden tunes. their embrace last no more than a minute and last a lifetime of lacrimoso.] a statement ought to be published celebrating your return, safe and sound. to set the masses’ minds at ease.