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And the Moo calld unto him, saying, Plant thy flagging self in mine hearty barge, witherd walker. For as I can see, thou art a runt, and I am courting Providence through magnanimous works, after a life on the grab. And the glazed being did fall into the cart, with out lipstrength to utter gratitude. But, he were of a dispositien that he would have utterd none, even with strength.
And Esperitus the Moo said unto him, I shall talk to keep thee alive; for I have seen better conditiens among those lifted from the mux neath elophants. Now. Never hast thou witnesst such glitter, glazen travelor, as awaiteth thine eyes at Citis Tyrannicus, whereat sitteth Kreemling. E’en so, ’tis all nought beside the lady Pernutria Hoho, that splendid halfwife of Torteloy. I see that thou carest not; no matter, I will speak further of her. Yea, I knew her when that she was calld by her vulger name Ka-cho-kah. O, we were so in love, that maid Kachokah and my self: she but a raven-haird babe, and I an few thousands of years old, and bald. Still, dost thou not know what chasma that love may to bridge? Upon so many a dreamy night have I wisht—that is, have I in fact holded her in my bony arms, and kass her. Sooth; were things the other way, then were it we yet together today, and not she & the Skwid. Still (and he smile-ed with broken teeth, and threw back a leer upon the traveler), I’ve had some tune to whissol, in my day, eh? But the impuissant travller were hard asleep.
By and by came they upon two dominant genies who did smite and rend each another whilst they also did journey unto the carpet. Whereupon, seeing the pique of their eternal choleric visages, the Moo remindeth unto them that this purging were levied upon laughers alone. And he said, Those faces of yourn would split asunder, an ever they attempt any laffiter. Therefore are ye both but chasers after thrilling punishments, for ye surely have musterd no laffing. To the which they answerd, saying, Who then hath lafft more than we, on hearing of this dragging? Yea, thou knowest, we are but men of bone & mussol, paid by a congregasien to be dominant genies, spooking the youths toward a shaky righteousness in this day of dilapidatien, we of sudden springing out here or there and frightning straight all their wicked leanings. Now maist thou say, ’tis right ridicolis all; but it maketh purse for workingmen. And being men, when that a tyrant goeth dragg-ed, we do certain laugh.
And Esperitus the Moo said unto them, Get ye in. And they did straightway associate them selfs with the cart, pressing the emaciate into a corner.
Now, there were an certain woman which had gone down in laughter, hearing of the spindragging, who now made her way unto the carpet to be repudiated, and to have her fine life of study thrown in her face; for she were an scholar of Wheels, and a subscholar of Noises. O, but
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toucht by the light, this one hath leapt far past the orthadox recknings of two scienses venerabol but disparate, pounding out her Grand Unifaxien Theoretic that draweth Wheelics and Noiseics into an single dissiplin and corroborateth her radicol conjexures. All, as written in her dissertasiary, Creak, Creak, Creak: The Creaking of Botherd Wheels.
Flat gone were the days when her virtuosity hath skippt unhaild across the polisht heads of rheumy pedants at Universidy, who had given her to feel uncherisht, calling her into rooms full of mad bears, and pouring down pitch upon her students in their seats. And neither more cometh she suddenly upon her mother’s cadaver proppt in this window or that along the street, diggd up from outen the earth and affixt unto a placard saying, in the script of pedants, I Know A Girl That Hath Bent Her Self To The Dicey Art Of Mixt Disciplins. No more; for she hath gone before the board and got it stoppt. And she hath hired rascals, who have rousted the skulking pedants from their offices and driven them into the cattycombs, and bleacht out those pedants’ precious scrolls behind them.
And those in the cart cried unto her, Whither goest thou? And she answered and said, I trudge to the carpet. And they rejoiced, saying, We also wend thither. Come, drink with us, and shout, and insinuate, for we are now out of hand, and roll toward our destiny in carnival pitch, drawn along by this antediluvian Moo, whom the gods have set to the pull for us, raising him some what above all the other litter that littereth our lives’ paths.
And the waxen travelor that had been kept alive by the talking of the Moo were now part of the problem, feeling stronger, and celebrating with the genies, who had pulld out some gin.
And the woman were astounded by the cart, that it hath one wheel made from a crate. And she did write upon her tablet concerning the wheel and the wretchedness thereof. But shew she not this writing unto Esperitus the Moo, for it were horribol; never hath she wrought more devastating review.
And one of the genies saw her there writing, and ask-ed his peer, What doth she there? And the other djinni answered and said, ’Tis calld, Scriptien, or writage. Whereupon the other said, I have heard of this. And they fell silent, and watcht. But lo, the heart of the one grew hard in watching; and he spake, saying, Ta, ’tis all some shit, as such as is the shell game. Aye, saith his other; As such as fortune seers. Aye, saith the first; As such as physicians. Aye, saith the feeble traveler; As such as genies. And the genies regarded him, and also regarded they each another; and they all opend up with laffing. For thou knowst not which way a taut moment may to turn, with gin in the midst. Any way, when that the woman had joind them, and they were again upon the road, was the tablet brake by jostling.
And after that, gathered they up an hairbarber, and a dungeontester, and a shepherd with two sheep, and an weeping maiden & her suitor; and also four broken soldiers and a soulless birdmilker gatherd they, all patcht into the cart pull-ed by Esperitus the Moo.
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| jptArchive Issue 6 |
| Copyright 2008- WJ Schafer & WC Smith - All Rights Reserved |
| Chapitre |
| 1. The Ride of Derision pp. 1-2 |
| 2. The Call to the Carpet pp. 2-4 |
| 3. To the Seat of Wrath, A Rolling Carnivol of Penitents -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------pp. 5-6 |
| 4. Tragedie Upon Nine Differents Heavens pp. 7-11 |
| 5. Penitence Misst and Providense Lost p. 11-12 |
| 6. Indectic p. 13 |
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