The Suicide Club

Only two months ago I met a young lady exactly suited to my taste in mind and body; I found my heart melt; I saw that I had come upon my fate at last, and was in the way to fall in love. But when I came to reckon up what remained to me of my capital, I found it amounted to something less than four hundred pounds! I ask you fairly—can a man who respects himself fall in love on four hundred pounds? I concluded, certainly not;

weather-beaten air

“I am not the man to go back from a thing once said.”

my word remain in doubt.”

For such as I, and for all who desire to be out of the coil without posthumous scandal, the Suicide Club has been inaugurated.

cannot put a pistol to my head and draw the trigger; for something stronger than myself withholds the act; and although I loathe life, I have not strength enough in my body to take hold of death and be done with it.

A large number of our fellowmen, who have grown heartily sick of the performance in which they are expected to join daily and all their lives long, are only kept from flight by one or two considerations.

not suppose that you and I are alone, or even exceptional in the highly reasonable desire that we profess.

. Even in hotels we have lifts to spare us a climb of some hundred steps.

telegraphs were made that we might communicate speedier at great distances.