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POETICAL extravagance over "pearly dew and daybreak" does not ring true when that most infernal of inventions, the alarm clock, wrenches you from sleep, rips a startled heart from your middle and tosses it on to an angry tongue, to make ugly splutterings not complimentary to the new morning; down upon you spills cold shiveriness--a new day's responsibilities have come.
To part from pillow and blanket is like bidding goodbye to all your relatives suddenly smitten with plague.