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Digresse

            —But Tascad Tet-Brandammony, who came down from Soddom ere the God of Feats pulld root against that randie burgh, saith that the paltry fleshmonging of Robutt is mere, saith it is but leafhopper’s chirripf.  Saith Tascad Tet-:  Yea, I have pried my feet from the carnal stride and wrencht mine eyes no more to gaze upon sweet Soddom, lest I a lick for cows become, transmuted down to rust & salt by a godlin clap of uncreatien.  (Tho, I harbre no ill toward salte, nor toward the smart of dissiplin by annihilasien when that do the want of the gods.)  But I say.  In the antique day at Soddom, now there did we mong some meat.  Sooth, there were some monging, there in aulde Soddomn; and little, I say, o’er there in Robutt.

            —And he pulleth up a couch for to sit and tell a monging tale.  And those holy young men press they roundabouts, that they might hear & take school against salaciousness, and study keen against those things to be shunnd.  For they say, The many ills that we despise:  shud not we to know whatte they are?

            Yet this were entire a digresse, which hath no place in hot sciense.

ow, that seer which hath come down from Robutt, he him self were not no fleshmonger, but a condisiond seer only.  And he in coming came unto the Bogusian

            To sell his sight in the drunkardries & the botulismic gruel feederies, that is the keel of the seer kind.  ’Tis his keel to fetch up famisht on the stoops of the rusticol grubbers, who tellen him, We but toiling folkers be, and have not muche; but that which we do have is ours; depart.  Yet along his path doth he also find the suffring house, where mother misseth son, and cropfs wither in the field, and globs invade the flesh, and afflixien A vieth for dominion with afflixien B, but Afflixien C insteads jumpeth in and grabbeth all the grist.  Here in this house of woes do plights beg visien and a balm of curing words; here then doth his purse gain heft & jingol.  Findeth he the anxius father that saith, See here this daughter Aieeefer, and see the swarthy brigand Fulf that loveth after her:  seeing as thou seest, oughts I permit them marry?  And a coin from father, & a coin from Fulf, & a coin Aieeefer, and the answer, Sure, marry.  (For what is it to the seer?)

            He seeth for his bread & sandals, for his humbol sachet, for his straw among the donkeys where to draw a night of sleepf.  And he scrapeth after a fashien as we may never say.  Yea, it

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taketh hard bones and a chin of clangmetal to remain for long a seer.  ’Tis marvels, then, that such many wud aspire, for the road will hold but few.

            Now after this Robuttsi seer was setted up in his Stance there before the temphil, and pulling a multitude, then came thither down outen that tempil the high priestess Perpostris, and climb-ed he up into a marlboro bush aside the seer, that he might look down upon him.  And the hai priestess said in an exceeding loud voice, What seekest thou in this place, in pulling up here this waye?

            And the seer was jarr’d outen the Stance.  And he presst upon his ears and said, O!  Zound, thou fulminating man, which soundeth as a sky full of wars & thunder; I am just right here, neither on yon hill.  Come thou down from offen that tree, and let us see about this shouting that doth reave the ear & disgrunt the spirits of the atmosfear. 

            And of course, this saying crawlt all upon the high priestess and digg-ed down in the flesh of the neck; for there was none from the wild which may so speak unto him and sully his respectibol volume.  And commenst he to pluck holy insignia from offen his sacred raiment, which were baubles, and to hurl them down upon the seer.  And he had quite an arm there as they flewe, and o’er & o’er he score-ed.

            And gazing up, the seer was stunnd by a penance brick ahurtling, and stang by a storm of sinprick nettles, and cat upon the face by a flashing razor o’ Occam.  But he seen, among the hurtful hail of holyprop bounding down, the platinem knuckelcrusher of the high priestessy, and his voice ran full of consiliasien;  for ne’er had he meant to lamobast no hie priestess ere gaining answer unto the proposal that he wish-ed to propose.

            And he mewlen unto the high priestess, saying, By the very gods, Excellensie, beg I thy sweepfing pardon with thy widest broome!  Surely old Two-Horn, fearing you & I align and bad slip to good all in the world, had reacht to wreck my sight, that I took thee for a streetard, some natty-drape’t nullahoo, to speak at thee in that rude timbre.  I have banisht that devil, now, and see thee who thou art; and so, I take mine ease.  Happy ’tis, to lay things straight ’twixt us, saist thou also?  Well have I borne the blast of thy spleen, which workt this exsanguinasien upon my crater’d face; thou hast quite an arm there, I and others smit may say.  Yet yet I stand, and my fair manner doth alight upon thee like as an allegiance kiss.  And he ope’d wide his mouth in the gapegrin of disarming charm, as he saw such grin to be.