Of course, others have the grind, also; but the fact that they continue to live shows that they can stand it much better, and were born to it. I wasn’t. My whole nature is outraged by the life I have had to lead. Empty, cold, dismal, hellish. Let the cynical hirelings of the newspaper whom Bernard Shaw well shows his contempt for, laugh and write editorials. The day will come when men will be allowed to live, not rot, the New York _Times_ notwithstanding. If a thousand men could be persuaded to commit suicide in protest, the powers that be would sit up and take notice. Arise you Americans who have some blood in you and get rid of your Comstocks, Bryans, religious hypocrites and grafters, and let the so-called degenerates and insane men have a say, and if you do not live bigger and better, then you deserve what you get. The majority is always wrong, and the minority of supermen and degenerates--Zolas, Ibsens, etc.--must band together and overthrow the whole damn system which drives the best, the most sincere and honest to suicide or starvation. The December issue of THE GLEBE will present “The Azure Adder,” a one-act comedy by Charles Demuth. Subscription price per year, $3.00 End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Diary of a Suicide, by Wallace E. Baker