And shucks!--I didn't care a dern, anyhow.

I told him so.
"Well," he says, "It's been the history of the world that it brings trouble." And he says to look at Damon and Pythias, and Othello and the Merchant of Venus.

And he named about a hundred prominent couples like that out of Shakespeare's works.
"But it ends happy sometimes," I says.
"Not when it is true love it don't," says Looey.

"Look at Anthony and Cleopatra." "Yes," I says, sarcastic like, "I suppose they are in the tomb, too ?" "They are," says Looey, awful solemn.
"Yes," I says, "and so is Adam and Eve and Dan and Burrsheba and all the rest of them old-timers.

But I bet they had a good time while they lasted." Looey shakes his head solemn and sighs and goes to sleep very mournful, like he has to give me up fur lost.