Candlelight

I was waiting in the afterglow when the words came
I was looking for a reason to laugh when it wasn't even funny

In a man's diary
He's his own worst enemy
In a woman's diary
What's the point of anything
If you're in the dark?
In the dark

I imagine you sitting alone in your cabin
Wearing all the kinds of clothes I'm used to you wearing

In a man's diary
The only hero he shows is he
In a woman's diary
You can feel the irony
In the dark
In the dark

"This morning we had a flare up.

One of my messmates
A whimsical old man
Who has been complaining all the time
About the hardship of the journey
And being deprived of the comforts of home
And about having so much to do
If he did one chore in a day
He thought he did all

His judgment being like a glass
That magnifies one way
While it diminishes the other

There are some persons in the company
Who like to see a fuss
And will do anything to get others into one

They found in this man a fine subject
And continually tried to exasperate him

This morning I asked him
If he would do a little chore that needed to be done
And I had as much to do as it was possible
For me to attend to

He flatly gave me to understand
That if I wanted it done to do it myself
And then he went on with a long string
Of what he had done

I plainly told him what he had not done

He continued to rage
Working up his fury to the highest pitch
Brandishing his fists
In a manner that seemed to threaten me
With instant annihilation

But when his anger was at the highest pitch
I coolly drew a pistol from my belt
And let him look into the hollow end
Which had the same effect on the worthy hero
That throwing water does on a fighting dog."

-George E. Jewett. September 16th, 1849
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Came to life by candlelight
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Came to life by candlelight
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