5 O Money, I am serious. Indeed I am most serious.
6 How about it, O Money? What about the stock market?
CHAPTER 291 aO Black Day! O Money, I am lost.
2 O Money, I am ruined, and my fortune is swept away.
3 bO Money, what am I to do? What am I to do?
4 O Black Day! O fiendish demon of cWall Street!
5 O my God! What am I to do?
6 What am I to do? Whatever am I to do?
7 Oh! Oh! Oh! I am ruined.
CHAPTER 301 O Money, indeed I have lost everything, including dmy fine townhouse, and emy fine motorcars, and everything which was mine, except the clothes on my back.
2 fO faithless wife! O how could she have abandoned me, taking all the jewelry, as well as the growing gegg of my child, back to the home of her parents?
3 hO Money, is this some punishment of yours? Have I offended you in some way?
4 O Money, please get back to me on this. I am at my wit's end.
CHAPTER 311 O Money, I have been sleeping in the streets, and my fine ishoes have holes all the way through their soles.
2 O Money, I have not eaten for twenty-four hours, and my jfine waistcoat hangs from my belly like an empty bag of kwheat.
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3 lO Money, winter is approaching, and it will soon be cold at night on the park benches.
4 mO Money, why have you deserted me in my hour of need? Why will you not return to me?
5 O Money, I am in need. Hear my prayer.
CHAPTER 321 What a lie it is that poor people suffer the most in life. For what can compare with the suffering of a rich man who has lost his money?
2 The poor man may hunger for a bowl of turnips, but when he has a turnip, he becomes a happy man; the rich man may beg for turnips too, but when he receives one, nhe will desire to spit it out because it tastes so awful.
3 Truly the rich man is weighed down by his knowledge of steamship round and mashed potatoes; he hangs upon a cross of fine white loaves, and his ohands are pierced by the memory of T-bones and turkey drumsticks.
4 O Money! What I wouldn't give for a decent meal!
5 O Money! Why must turnips be so foul?
CHAPTER 331 pI sleep in the park with nothing to eat, and I wonder about my child.
2 Where is my child now? And what does qshe tell it about its father?
3 I do not know if my child is a girl or a boy. Woe is me, I am a lost man.
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