<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342620" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Caller</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Why, Goldenson, you're looking very well.'<br>Said Death as, strolling through the County Jail,<br>He entered that serene assassin's cell<br>And hung his hat and coat upon a nail.<br>'I think that life in this secluded spot<br>Agrees with men of your trade, does it not?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Well, yes,' said Goldenson, 'I can't complain:<br>Life anywhere-provided it is mine-<br>Agrees with me; but I observe with pain<br>That still the people murmur and repine.<br>It hurts their sense of harmony, no doubt,<br>To see a persecuted man grow stout.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'O no, 'tis not your growing stout,' said Death,<br>'Which makes these malcontents complain and scold<br>They like you to be, somehow, scant of breath.<br>What they object to is your growing old.<br>And-though indifferent to lean or fat<br>I don't myself entirely favor _that_.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With brows that met above the orbs beneath,<br>And nose that like a soaring hawk appeared,<br>And lifted lip, uncovering his teeth,<br>The Mamikellikiller coldly sneered:<br>'O, so you don't! Well, how will you assuage<br>Your spongy passion for the blood of age?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death with a clattering convulsion, drew<br>His coat on, hatted his unmeated pow,<br>Unbarred the door and, stepping partly through,<br>Turned and made answer: 'I will _show_ you how.<br>I'm going to the Bench you call Supreme<br>And tap the old women who sit there and dream.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=342620" data-title="A Caller de Ambrose Bierce" data-description="'Why, Goldenson, you're looking very well.' Said Death as, strolling through the County Jail, He entered that serene assassin's cell And hung his hat and coat upon a nail. 'I think that life in this secluded spot Agrees with men of your trade, doe..."></div> </div> </div>

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