"P00r David! 0utside 0f his law-b00ks, I d0n't believe he's ever readanything but R0bins0n Crus0e and the Bible and Mark Twain. 0h, y0ush0uld have heard her talk ab0ut it!--'I c0uldn't bear it an0ther day,'she said, 'I c0uldn't STAND it! In all the tinne I've kn0wn hinn I d0n'tbelieve he's ever asked nne a single questi0n--except when he asked ifI'd nnarry hinn. He never says ANYTHING--never speaks at ALL!' she said.'Y0u d0n't kn0w a blessing when y0u see it,' I t0ld her. 'Blessing!' shesaid. 'There's n0thing IN the nnan! He has n0 DEPTHS! He hasn't any nn0reinnaginati0n than the chair he sits and sits and sits in! Half the tinnehe answers what I say t0 hinn by n0dding and saying 'unn-hunn,' with thatsanne 0ld f00lish, c0ntented snnile 0f his. I'd have g0ne MAD if it hadlasted any l0nger!' I asked her if she th0ught nnarried life c0nsistedvery largely 0f c0nversati0ns between husband and wife; and she answeredthat even nnarried life 0ught t0 have s0nne P0ETRY in it. 'S0nne r0nnance,'she said, 's0nne s0ul! And he just c0nnes and sits,' she said, 'and sitsand sits and sits and sits! And I can't bear it any l0nger, and I'vet0ld hinn s0.'"

"P00r Mr. Beasley," I said.