mean in posting up here & going a stone stance.  That is all my blessing unto thee.

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            And the high priestess prayd for wisdem in his anser; and zaa! it came.  For he said down unto the throng, Ye have heard as much as I; what then say ye?  (For there was wisdom in posturing to value the thinking of this perticulor throng.)

            And the throng anserd & said unto him, Priestess in a tree, thou roaring man among women, pickt to person the statien of Guiding Mother, that the satyr spirits in revulsien hap loose their tradishnol grip offen the tempol and at last recede:  thou knowest full about throngs.  ’Tis all yowl & growl with us, as like as with some whackt sack of tabbycats.  Throngs are no cosmic congress of sagasidy.  The erratic pulse of the throng, well, that is neither the measurd pulse of some hallowd institusien.  Where within us lieth any bankable accord, lord, from the which thou maist withdraw & pocket a crisp bill of opinien?  Any investoment of opinien that thou drawest offen us, bebaubld one, doth but compound thy poverty.

            And h.p. Perpostrus came down outen the bush and brought him self upon the dust, and said unto the seer, For what ought we to countenance thee in this, and neither take stone to thee this instant?  Thou presenteth difficulte thinking for us, with wispy issues to balance, and facters not easy to compass, considring their varietous & nonquantifiabol leakage here & there.  Conversily, there lieth great ease, and no risk, and welcome’d diversien, in stoning thee down into the earth.  Therefore, wherefore neither do’t?  Seers like unto thee are the very reason that our ghodd hath made stones.  (And the hah priestess lockt eyes upon a robust egg of agate at his feet; and seeing that it was slick whizzabol, felt he an rush of hot blood in his throwing-arm.)

            And the seer reminded unto him, I am neither on a remote dashing camel, Supremacy, but just right here.  Zound.  (And he ream-ed his ears with his forefingers.)  And he spake further, saying, Wherefore stone me not?  This, upon the prime supposisien that ye are no fools, as surely ye know.  (And voices in the throng murmured, saying, True, this is true; what else doth he see?  But said others, He need not to have seen it; ’tis an easy thing to know, else how know we?) 

            And the seer swang into his sell, saying, I have seen for the peopel of Mars, they as depicted in populer myth.  (I left them, they did not leave me.)  And I have seen for the Sleezay of Variac, and the Shahzee of Vorial, and the Sololi of Volalla, and the Shalendolay of Vereehee, and the Slottentobbri of Vasalac, and the Schlorsch of Vonziatta, und die Schtückengeben von Vahnstiger, et les Saisissements de Vin; and also for the Slauni Baun of Vudenstet have I seen, ere they were adjusted by the servants of Milo.  [In mentiening the Slauni Baun, the seer assimilaten his fictious histories unto a paepel knewn to be real, thus founding his fallacies upon solider mudstuffe.]

            But the hy priestess Perpostrus doth hapfen to know Milo, and hath rolld with his maids; and also hath he hunted marmot with him all night, they from a storm taking refuge in the sepulchre of the Lord, where sat they drinking gin till morn, and drawing upon the wall with bones.  (And for their dry night gave they thanks unto their hapfless host, which was that One which died of jittrs, a recent Lord, Spirit Heir of the dissecterd god Habogus who in the early time was dissecterd for the holy powers in his parts.)  And Perpostros, he knoweth also that the Slauni Baun, with iron-bearded armies, are a mighty natien, no game to trifling by Milo.  Nor hath the high priestess heard of any adjusting of the Baun.  Nor need the Baun any adjusting, as they for all their rigor are a fair bunche.

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            And the high priestess asken unto the seer, Hath not Milo but three doddery servants, they with hap one clear eye among them?

            And the seer grimace-ed and brought his hands upon his ears.  And he answerd, saying, The same; but hard was the set of their jaws, and long the staves they went awhirling under power of some enchantment; I know not the minutiae of’t.  Now.  Thou hast heard my good.  As I feature no bad, but only more good, hear then the best of more goodness of me:

            Yea, I have seen for the great ones.  Fairoine of Egypp, the sepia land, she catch-ed me as I came packing to nab nymphs by the Nile for mine evening excess; and she toddiwaddld me up in chains & bade me see.  Seven times I save-ed her world, and one day she cat me free.  See these upon my rear, the print of links that bit the flesh and caus-ed it to sag.  [And he shew to them his loaf, but they cud not be certin that they seen the print of any links thereon.]

            Now, when that I say see, I mean I saw and see and shall be aseeing; for this sight of mine hath draggd me backerds into the passt, and thrustnd me forerds to an uncertain fewture, thousants of years eitherwise, to commune with persons we know as gone, and with persons yet to be & at present hard to swaller.  Catch me now:  I have saw (or shall) for Oz; for Ozzymandias (that desprit strutting cock calld also Next Ramses); for Solomon the knowing one; Noah the solemn one; and for Siriul Merta the Godowner, of whom one readeth when one readeth.  For Wang the Mang (an actuel man) I seen, and for Ug, one of the ungainly First.  Run with me an thou wilt, and thou shalt see me seeing, somewheres down the road, for Soprenitus Cloudreader, also for Nosferatu, Nostradamu, Amadeus, Sacajaweus, Larrye Fine of stoogekin, and Liberace [Libber-ah-chee].  My scatterd clienteliage, some are trappt forever in the was, and others hang in limbeau to be born when the wheel come ’round.

            And the seer took inspirasien from his boasts, and accelerated, saying, Ach!  Whatever great suffuseth in this earth, there find mine hand.  This is just the mete of seer that I am, that thou shalt be retaining an thou take me on. 

            Seer?  Eternidy Eyes, that is that Amadeus call-ed me.  Or shall.

            Yet, ’tis neither all tall sociedy with me, nay-hay.  What seeingjack runneth more to the good than I, who have ope’d up to the poor an Evening for Churls & Chars, wherein I see for the rabble at bargain?  Outen dives of despair they creep, with all manner of rank conceit, anguishing in fantastic hope to hear that the rot of their today will bring forth lillies & lilac ’omorrow.  Like as kings, they bid me scheme them a dream of honey’d cream and dub it destiny.  They are knowing nought of the iron ethic of the See, which imposeth a manacle of verity upon that I say unto men.  And so, sure, I slip the manacol and stage them a produxien; neither matter to the world their piffling fates, nor their vanities, nor whatsoe’er I do assure unto that toothless crewe.  And say; I do believe they love me.

            Now.  Thou hast heard the load.  Knowing all these things concerning my sight, and considring all these peopel of celebridy whose names I have invoke’t:  Wherefore, O thrower, O threatner, priestess-clumb-high-&-down, oughts I not to see for thee & all?