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TOM JONESMITH "(loquitur)": I've slept right through / The night -- a rather clever thing to do.
How soundly women sleep "(looks at his wife.)" / They're all alike. The sweetest thing in life / Is woman when she lies with folded tongue, / Its toil completed and its day-song sung. / ("Thump") That's the morning paper. What a bore / That it should be delivered at the door.