"I just love, love, love the works of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe."
"Oh, I know who he was. Kinda spooky."
"No, madam, no, no. Not of this world, it's true. He... he lived in a dream. An ancient dream. Helen, thy beauty is to me like those Nicean barks of yore, that gently, o'er a perfumed sea, the weary, wayworn wanderer bore to his own native shore."
"Who was Helen? Some kinda whore of Babylon?"
"One doesn't know who Helen was... but I picture her as being very, very... extremely... pale. Mrs. Munson, I have been trying to figure out some way of expressin' my gratitude to you for takin' in this weary, wayworn wanderer."
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