| your iberborealic imagination, when it's quicker than this quack- | 1 |
| ing that you might, bar accidens, be very largely substituted in | 2 |
| potential secession from your next life by a complementary char- | 3 |
| acter, voices apart? Upjack! I shudder for your thought! Think! | 4 |
| Put from your mind that and take on trust this. The next word | 5 |
| depends on your answer. | 6 |
I'm thinking to, thogged be thenked! I was just trying to | 7 |
| think when I thought I felt a flea. I might have. I cannot say for | 8 |
| it is of no significance at all. Once or twice when I was in odin- | 9 |
| burgh with my addlefoes, Jake Jones, the handscabby, when I | 10 |
| thinkled I wore trying on my garden substisuit, boy's apert, at | 11 |
| my nexword nighboor's, and maybe more largely nor you | 12 |
| quosh yet you, messmate, realise. A few times, so to shape, I chanced | 13 |
| to be stretching, in the shadow as I thought, the liferight out | 14 |
| of myself in my ericulous imaginating. I felt feeling a half Scotch | 15 |
| and pottage like roung my middle ageing like Bewley in the | 16 |
| baste so that I indicate out to myself and I swear my gots how | 17 |
| that I'm not meself at all, no jolly fear, when I realise bimiselves | 18 |
| how becomingly I to be going to become. | 19 |
O, is that the way with you, you craythur? In the becom- | 20 |
| ing was the weared, wontnat! Hood maketh not frere. The voice | 21 |
| is the voice of jokeup, I fear. Are you imitation Roma now or | 22 |
| Amor now. You have all our empathies, eh, Mr Trickpat, if you | 23 |
| don't mind, that is, aside from sings and mush, answering to my | 24 |
| straight question? | 25 |
God save the monk! I won't mind this is, answering to | 26 |
| your strict crossqueets, whereas it would be as unethical for me | 27 |
| now to answer as it would have been nonsensical for you then | 28 |
| not to have asked. Same no can, home no will, gangin I am. | 29 |
| Gangang is Mine and I will return. Out of my name you call me, | 30 |
| Leelander. But in my shelter you'll miss me. When Lapac walks | 31 |
| backwords he's darkest horse in Capalisoot. You knew me once | 32 |
| but you won't know me twice. I am simpliciter arduus, ars of | 33 |
| the schoo, Freeday's child in loving and thieving. | 34 |
My child, know this! Some portion of that answer appears | 35 |
| to have been token by you from the writings of Saint Synodius, | 36 |