I helped him to in my princeps edition which is all so munch | 1 |
to the cud) are mutuearly polarised the incompatabilily of any | 2 |
delusional acting as ambivalent to the fixation of his pivotism. | 3 |
Positing, as above, too males pooles, the one the pictor of the | 4 |
other and the omber the Skotia of the one, and looking want- | 5 |
ingly around our undistributed middle between males we feel | 6 |
we must waistfully woent a female to focus and on this stage | 7 |
there pleasantly appears the cowrymaid M. whom we shall | 8 |
often meet below who introduces herself upon us at some precise | 9 |
hour which we shall again agree to call absolute zero or the | 10 |
babbling pumpt of platinism. And so like that former son | 11 |
of a kish who went up and out to found his farmer's ashes we | 12 |
come down home gently on our own turnedabout asses to meet | 13 |
Margareen. | 14 |
    We now romp through a period of pure lyricism of shame- | 15 |
bred music (technologically, let me say, the appetising entry of | 16 |
this subject on a fool chest of vialds is plumply pudding the carp | 17 |
before doevre hors) evidenced by such words in distress as I | 18 |
cream for thee, Sweet Margareen, and the more hopeful O Mar- | 19 |
gareena! O Margareena! Still in the bowl is left a lump of gold! | 20 |
(Correspondents, by the way, will keep on asking me what is the | 21 |
correct garnish to serve drisheens with. Tansy Sauce. Enough). | 22 |
The pawnbreaking pathos of the first of these shoddy pieces | 23 |
reveals it as a Caseous effort. Burrus's bit is often used for a toast. | 24 |
Criniculture can tell us very precisely indeed how and why this | 25 |
particular streak of yellow silver first appeared on (not in) the | 26 |
bowel, that is to see, the human head, bald, black, bronze, brown, | 27 |
brindled, betteraved or blanchemanged where it might be use- | 28 |
fully compared with an earwig on a fullbottom. I am offering | 29 |
this to Signorina Cuticura and I intend to take it up and bring it | 30 |
under the nosetice of Herr Harlene by way of diverting his | 31 |
attentions. Of course the unskilled singer continues to pervert | 32 |
our wiser ears by subordinating the space-element, that is to | 33 |
sing, the aria, to the time-factor, which ought to be killed, ill | 34 |
tempor. I should advise any unborn singer who may still be | 35 |
among my heeders to forget her temporal diaphragm at home | 36 |