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Stiff, clerkly, he swept by me. Staring straight ahead strangely: Leaving the urinal for the fifth or sixth Time that night and still alone. He who probably for years had rejected This Last, most despised of all releases, Now himself by it to be rejected Surely must almost craze. Fearing for him, I followed; Yet stung only further by my pity He would not stop. Since that night I have not seen him again.