a man who had fallen among thieves br lay by the roadside on his back br dressed in fifteenthrate ideas br wearing a round jeer for a hat br br fate per a somewhat more than less br emancipated evening br had in return for consciousness br endowed him with a changeless grin br br whereon a dozen staunch and leal br citizens did graze at pause br then fired by hypercivic zeal br sought newer pastures or because br br swaddled with a frozen brook br of pinkest vomit out of eyes br which noticed nobody he looked br as if he did not care to rise br br one hand did nothing on the vest br its wideflung friend clenched weakly dirt br while the mute trouserfly confessed br a button solemnly inert.