From "Gospel of Gold" part 1


Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

ROBERT. He was hardly a scoundrel, as you seem to suppose,

But a man of distinction and charm.

From his pale, curving lips to his aquiline nose,

All his features made pulses run warm.

In his elegant home, in his opulent clothing,

He had sumptuous taste and lacked knowledge of no thing,

So, you see, my dear Arthur, that all of your loathing’s

Misplaced, as is all your alarm.

Baron Arnheim was my first friend from the top one per cent;

He could do whatsoever he wished.

He could buy up Virginia, if he only sent

His signed cheque—That would be quite a twist!

At Gorey’s, one night, he said success was a definite science.

He invited me into his pers’nal alliance,

And I pictured a life wherein his things were my ‘uns:

ARNHEIM. “You can make it, if such is your bent.”


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