[SarahW]

Richard Cory
by Edward Arlington Robinson

Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
"Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace;
In fine we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head

[Triple Word Score]

Right.

We're at the point where there is no longer a need for the matter to be highly public, and of course it won't be unless this was a "book deal" move...so we'll all be left with our assumptions and cynical frustration over being made a rube, and you can see that emotion is running all over the place. Some are sympathetic, many are angry. Imagine being more directly affected so that you have to deal with her yourself sometime!

But we'll never really know what this really was, more than likely, even if it's spun into some bizarre movie or book.

And if we can't stand not knowing, or let our hearts close up against the next victim, we really have lost something.