{"id":157,"date":"2010-01-14T17:04:06","date_gmt":"2010-01-14T21:04:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/leahyinstitute.org\/?page_id=157"},"modified":"2010-01-14T17:52:40","modified_gmt":"2010-01-14T21:52:40","slug":"brood-in-the-night","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/leahyinstitute.org\/?page_id=157","title":{"rendered":"Brood in the Night"},"content":{"rendered":"

Brood in the Night<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/h1>\n

While I sat one night brooding, perplexed and exuding, deep sighs of dejection and gloom,<\/p>\n

I was smitten once more by that beast and that bore that men in despair have called doom,<\/p>\n

So my book I neglected for my mind had defected to be buried and sealed in her tomb,<\/p>\n

To obtain her affection was my lonely intention, felicity I dared not assume.<\/p>\n

I considered and perused all the ruses I had used, and remembered every syllable she had uttered.<\/p>\n

With embarrassment I winced, recollecting unveiled hints, \u201cDamn her to hell!\u201d I bitterly muttered.<\/p>\n

So I opened up my book, but the characters I mistook for Chinese for I held it upside down.<\/p>\n

With a jerk and a thrash, the book was thrown into the trash, and I sat there staring with a frown.<\/p>\n

I attempted to ignore, this woman I adore. I bade her a tender adieu.<\/p>\n

But apparently in vain, for all else seemed inane. Other diversions my heart did eschew.<\/p>\n

So I took to the bottle and applied it at full throttle, and was shortly thereafter a buffoon.<\/p>\n

And though often I employed it, I never once enjoyed it, and morning would certainly come too soon.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 -John Leahy (Summer, 1978)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Brood in the Night \u00a0 While I sat one night brooding, perplexed and exuding, deep sighs of dejection and gloom, I was smitten once more by that beast and that bore that men in despair have called doom, So my book I neglected for my mind had defected to be buried and sealed in her […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":266,"featured_media":0,"parent":100,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-157","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/leahyinstitute.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/157","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/leahyinstitute.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/leahyinstitute.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/leahyinstitute.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/266"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/leahyinstitute.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=157"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/leahyinstitute.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/157\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":201,"href":"https:\/\/leahyinstitute.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/157\/revisions\/201"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/leahyinstitute.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/100"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/leahyinstitute.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=157"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}