He says he can think
better in St. John's Wood.
Pasquale think! As well might a salmon declare it could sing
better in a pond! The consequence of his propinquity, however,
has been that he has dropped in several times lately on his way
home, but generally at a later hour.
"Oh, please don't move and spoil the picture," he cried. "Oh,
you idyllic pair! And what are you playing? Cribbage! If I had
been challenged to guess the game you would have selected for
your after-dinner entertainment, I should have sworn to
cribbage!"
"An excellent game," said I. Indeed, it is the only game that I
remember. I dislike cards. They bore me to death. So dus
chess. People love to call them intellectual pastimes; but,
surely, if a man wants exercise for his intellect, there are
enough problems in this complicated universe for him to worry his
brains over, with more profit to himself and the world. And as
for the pastime--I consider that when two or more intelligent
people sit down to play cards they are insulting one another's
powers of conversation.
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