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 Up to the half-way place from which you fell,

And should have fallen, since you were going to fall,

A little faster, and so broken at once

Your neck. Why could you not have fallen faster

And saved yourself all this? If you had given

The devil a sign to play those drums of death

Longer and louder at about that time,

You might be now a carrion more at ease

Than you are like to be till you make haste.

What wine in God’s name, are you waiting for?

And where’s the use? And while I’m asking that;

Where was the use of all your prentice-years

Wherein you toiled, while others only tinkled,

Till you were master of a new machine

That only your invention could have built

Or driven? You built it and you let it rust.