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The Father of the Sons

nd their father the man, he seasoneth with sage his pot of chikkin that he hath rustld, and swiggeth upon his skinsac of wine, and saith unto that faild man-reformer his

            And she answern, saying, I think it war terribol.

            Now that wife, she hath made some say, there, saying that; for this husband of hern begetteth with his terribol spirit an new age of pride in sin.  Neither since the old world was cauderize-ed by the lightning of starry knights on high, and neither since came the Malagostrogoots of Mars upon the land, hath any gloatsman prideful hoisted the spectacol of his sins in celebrasien before the eyes of men, saying, See me, gauge the extremity of my sin and my fix-in with the Devol.  Yet here then is this man, he doing’t.

            Most men were stayd good, so far, since that the world was remade; and most womens, of course better.  E’en those wicked, moreover, were wont to reckon them selfs exonerate in their turpid ways, lest shame lay on, both persnol and multitudinol.  My rank deeds, say they, Be but a bit of slippage; yet in all my mess is a good heart.  So say even those stabbers, and episodic impalers, and beggarjumpers, and pseudophysiciens given to fleshgroping; ulcercausers, and faceeaters, and groinemphasizers; misfortunelaffers, moodbreakers, sudden erupters, buttbarers, and purveyers of titillatiens that lure the craving rake upon a band of attackers-fer-y’-purse lurking by the winesden.  Yea, such lot all do claim unto them

            A circumstanse is upon me.  Such pardon as this supposeth that a man hath no fault & stench in his low deeds, for that blames are dissipatend all in the ocean of inexorabol tragicality in which he drowneth.  Fates and instigatiens, saith he, Have forst mine hardest hand, tho my will were elsawise; nature’s brutol collusiens have laid out atrocious the way of things concerning me.  This he saith, for this he believeth, for this he must believe; for he is gross askew.  Unto every man the choice doth fall, whether to collude alongsides this loathsome nature—if an nature it be, and not some cozenage of the devol—and with it go ahurtling into damnitien, or to hammer out a personol nature of sacred stone, around the which do break impotent the tides of chaos and coersien.  Verily, the stonehammering hath by some been chosen, and doth seem to work.

The Pardon of Only Bizniss

            ’Tis only bizniss, wherein I juke and let blood; no less than any who maketh a living, I mine abundance would increase by all modes falling to me.  But

at home, I am citizen & kin, a kisser, embracier, gentle jestor with an heart of festival; at home am I goode, a man of optimol calibor and advanst sociel architectiture.  The evil that I do in bizniss, then, sustaineth better living!  Such pardon as this supposeth that he who doth bizniss suscribeth unto speciel filthy law, which all who make at bizniss must abide.  What, wud the guild of filthy bastrids set mean borders against the righteous, and wall off bizniss unto its self?  For every one, neither the filthy bastrid alone, deserveth to have his living, and to make some bizniss.  Nay, unto the soul inside lieth alway the choice, in bizniss and in home, whether to put after filth or right propriety.  Consequence regardeth no excepsien; surely Hell, like as the taxman, respecteth neither home nor bizniss in its draw.

The Pardon of One Naughtiness Only

            I have me one naughtiness only, but eight goodnesses have I me.  Such pardon as this were knewn in better days as the Eight-Do-One Justifaxien of Evil.  Yet, the sulphar of one evil egg undoth the savor of eight good in the garden goddess sallad.  
           Keep aside The True Pardon of the Greater Good, for it is sensibol, and hath no connexien unto wicked men.

The Pardon of All Love With the Lord

            My love all is with the Lord; I have none left for others.  He sparketh my devotien; yea, all of it jumpeth outen mine heart and runneth in a blaze direct unto his hearth, wherein it doth belongue.  Such pardon as this, this is the Prize Cock of Lies.

The Pardon of a Deathsbed Stratagem

            Upon a far time hence, when that the choler hath draind outen my spended frame and my use for sin were scant, then shall I surrender up to frailty all further iniquities, and turn pitiful, there lying upon my deathisbed.  And lo, e’en as old Grimm the Reapier draweth into him the terminol ethers of my vitalidy, and closeth about my milkweed neck his frigid gripf, then in the very moment of my death shall I peel ope my repentence, and be absolvd of all mine assery & fancy dance.  So for now heel on!   Such pardon as this were the ironicol selfdamner.  So oft cometh death like as a maul in the dark; where then the bastrid’s moment to peel ope some stasht repentence, he like as a beetle masht to the wall?  So many sudden dead we see, who heard not the restless boulder bounding down, saw not the irascibol tushoboar spuming upon the path ahead, wist not that lightening should come alicking at their tree.  Yet more:  sure the gods do despise the hound that conniveth after hitchless sin.  Would he usurp their divinidy, and him self bestow his own forgiveness?  For ’tis neither his call, to go tamping the say of absolutien into the godses mouths, and jacking forth a cup of it for him self; neither to run the deific tongue like as his privat bizniss, causing it to slather forgiveness upon him.  A Lord may alway to swing this way or that, and say whatsoever ultimatem cometh into his mind, even that which might astonish.  He

            Now of course, the Pardon of the Inner Man shareth much with the Pardon of Circumstance and also with some other Pardonnae.  Yet, ’tis for accuracists and logiciens and miserabol young scholars to sift & sort amongst cases and implicatia of principles, neither for the fervent scribe of righteous passiens who striketh ink and moveth on down.

            Now many there also be, asides these self-pardoners, unto whose minds no need for justifaxien of their nefarius way ever doth enter in.  Yea, these were born witouts no soul,  born but for to look, and see, and pop & grab, like as so many swinging monkees.  And they claim no pardons for any slippage, having no soulconcern, there being no soul abiding within for which to take consern. 

            Be they then men?  Lo, see them go filling the world with event, and with opinien, and with instructings, and with intricot ruminatian.  Speak they furrow-browd of weather, and of regienal mood, and of rivalries in the sporting tanks.  Talk they of love, and trade, and buried mentors, and of fishes and the little things.  And woo they some willing flesh, to flesh out their lifes in a tangol they consider Marriage.  Yet, be this Marriage, and not some rutting, for be they men? 

            An these be men, then forsooth have we with souls long sufferd insult, being callt also by that name; for ’tis a septic monikor to have clippt upon the ear.  As ’tis written (here ’tis, and now), the soul is the piece of worth about us, whereas the husk—which unforchunates call the man—is but a mound to be spended & casted aside & left arotting.  This, then, is what we make of any manness share-ed with shrill swinging monkees calld men.

o before the day of this wicked man, this father of the sons and husbend of the wife, there livd those two manners of wicked: the those who festoon their ways with

pardons and escuse, and the those oblivius unto any requisite of justifaxien atall.  But now a third, this special wicked man, hath steppt up to fate as the Father Of The Fewture Of Manseed, being the first to be so happfy to be so wicked.  First was he to go about upon the day with a sheen of appreciashon for his evil condishin, saying, Vileness, that is I.  Ta.

            And the streak that he doth go a-lying for pleasure & gain, it deceiveth not his own frank persepsien of his turpitude.  And he upon his knees in daily mockery of prayer saith unto himself (that his wife hear not), Never surrendor the glad view of thy sordidity, drat one; thy credentiol is potent in the street, before the face of the easy corrupted; and it leaveth thee towering among the faint.

            And behold, many there were who, finding him enthralling in his manner, took unto them selfs that same demeanor.  And commenst they to celebrate, and make humor, and glorify the ways of ignominy.  And he were the Father Profligate of this all, which became a prominent fester in the city, and in the whole earth.