Tennyson Anon. II From Ulysses, p. 17 The old ballad of Jonnë Armstrong, p. 7 There are many useful antidotes for insomnia. (I trust this whole book may not prove one of them!) Get yourself into a comfortable position. Relax all your muscles. Whisper rapidly to yourself a score of times: "I'm getting sleepy." Then softly mull over such poems as: Suppose your blood has the sparkle and dash of a Nebraska river in the dry season. Give it electric treatment. |