of dark speech with whom thy daughters did lie luxuriously?  Look forth now, my people, upon the land of behest, even from Horeb and from Nebo and from Pisgah and from the Horns of Hatten unto a land flowing with milk and money.  But thou hast suckled me with a bitter milk:  my moon and my sun thou hast quenched for ever.  And thou hast left me alone for ever in the dark ways of my bitterness:  and with a kiss of ashes hast thou kissed my mouth.  This tenebrosity of the interior, he proceeded to say, hath not been illumined by the wit of the septuagint nor so much as mentioned for the Orient from on high Which brake hell’s gates visited a darkness that was foraneous.  Assuefaction minorates atrocities (as Tully saith of his darling Stoics) and Hamlet his father showeth the prince no blister of combustion.  The adiaphane in the noon of life is an Egypt’s plague which in the nights of prenativity and postmortemity is their most proper UBI and QUOMODO.  And as the ends and ultimates of all things accord in some mean and measure with their inceptions and originals, that same multiplicit concordance which leads forth growth from birth accomplishing by a retrogressive metamorphosis that minishing and ablation towards the final which is agreeable unto nature so is it with our subsolar being.  The aged sisters draw us into life:  we wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die:  over us dead they bend.  First, saved from waters of old Nile, among bulrushes, a bed of fasciated wattles:  at last the cavity of a mountain, an occulted sepulchre amid the conclamation of the hillcat and the ossifrage.  And as no man knows the ubicity of his tumulus nor to what processes we shall thereby be ushered nor whether to Tophet or to Edenville in the like way is all hidden when we would backward see from what region of remoteness the whatness of our whoness hath fetched his whenceness.

Thereto Punch Costello roared out mainly Etienne chanson but he loudly bid them, lo, wisdom hath built herself a house, this vast majestic longstablished vault, the crystal palace of the Creator, all in applepie order, a penny for him who finds the pea.

    Behold the mansion reared by dedal Jack
    see the malt stored in many A refluent sack,
    in the proud cirque of JACKJOHN’S bivouac.

A black crack of noise in the street here, alack, bawled back.  Loud on left Thor thundered:  in anger awful the hammerhurler.  Came now the storm that hist his heart.  And Master Lynch bade him have a care to flout and witwanton as the god self was angered for his hellprate and paganry.  And he that had erst challenged to be so doughty waxed wan as they might all mark and shrank together and his pitch that was before so haught uplift was now of a sudden quite plucked down and his heart shook