by Paul Negri Gabriel Almanzar They used to come only at night. Now they come at all hours. The light of day is no deterrent; no more than my wild lamentations. They want me and they will have me. They are getting closer. Closer than I can bear. But I will not make it easy for them. I will make them pay a price. Though I am not vengeful by nature, I will rise to the occasion. Or at least I so hope. In past years, it would have been simpler. I could have left, I suppose. Picke

by Paul Negri Joao Vitor Marcilio It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife. It is a truth universally ignored that a 350-pound man with no fortune must be in want of a wife too. Or at least someone to sleep with, now and then. Or at very least a reasonable facsimile. Such a man is sometimes forced to resort to an inflatable blonde with unbearably chafing though cooperative vinyl parts, until one day he