I went to the 14th Club but the bouncer said there were only 13. Each can only accommodate 13 lonely hearts. Then I read this message on the broken wall: 5 of Clubs, A of Hearts, 5 of Clubs, 5 of Hearts,

Orpheus plays in forlorn melody; His life bequeathed to the Underworld, eternally searching for Eurydice. He sounds his lyre of gold. Jupiter flies in majesty, whisking away a Phrygian youth, forever as