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Talkawalk Out in the Bay
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ow, when that Meukiss the hand o’ th’ lord had related all these things in the unhad dream of Neb Hunch, then whispert Meukiss, saying, Remembre’t every word, Nebv,
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and every word in’ts place; for thou shalt be calld to thy recital in the afterness. Thou having heard or neither heard, ’twere no matter of mine, and still shalt thou answer. O Gneb, Nebg. ’Twere to be thine honorment to die today in battol with all this riche revelatien and all this moral force aspilling from thine inspire’d lips, as thou and thy bunche Hunch fall smitten by the Stalactites. And young Pistil Pang the Quillier, he were to have croucht aside thee in a listning rapture and scriben it all upon his parchments, and become rich therefrom, and gone on to a fine life of wine & song. But thou having heard not, what storie now shalt thou relate unto Pistil with thy dying lipfs, that will stand him as grande in the world?
And hark! Neb answered and said unto him, I shall relate him no storrie atall. Young Pang will stand square upon his feet, or fall flat down upon his buttix.
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And Meukiss, zound!— such hard were he startld! And he leapt & whirld and seen there behind him, there in the very Bay of Unhad Dreams, Neb Hunch his man! And Meukiss lost for a time the mechanic of speech. And Neb with a casuel brow regarded him. Then found Meukiss a new voice, one pincht and squee; and with it he besought Neb, saying, How is’t that thou standest there in thine own unhad dream, and conversing thus upon me?
And Neb ponderd, and after a season did say unto him, Were I concocting an anser with great concoctian and enormis technicidy, and not some little twist of elusividy, then might it thus to run:
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But in facte, I know not, saith Neb unto Meukiss. ’Tis anyways all too confounding for exsplaining unto one such as thee, by one such as me.
Further [saith he], no matter. The lord hath tolt me that I may to come and fetch thee outen here; ’twill save him time. And, ’twill look good for me, ’twill put me on in the game.
Now [saith Neb unto Meukiss]. Ere commencement of thy recitance of the Relatividy of Wisdam, touting the hero Stalwart, did I waken horibol, and enterd a battle, and was straightway slain. And I seen the lord and came hither. Neither am I bound to recite thy revelatien that thou hadst for me, tho I have been listning here behind thee since its insepsien. For ever ere I heard any of’t I was well dead—become thine equal and better—and deliverd from thy pro gramme. Hadst thou come upon me when first thou wast instructnd a fortnight past, holding not till waning hours and losing me altogetherwise, wudst thou neither now face the lord’s exactien for mediocrity at his industry. Red, now, his face concerning thee, an thou ask me a colour.
Nevertheless, thou maist yet to recover thine high stride & favord gait, saith Neb unto Meukiss. Thou maist yet to deliver thy prescriben messages, and to have the load recited in the by & by. For I have another listner to commend unto thee for this serius trial of regurgitance, which is the Stalactite that slew me, the whom also will I be ahaunting. I believe that he will enjoy thy revelasion, first word through to end, relating of stalwarts & possible physicians & warring womens, and some new disclosures treating of his own taint lineage.
Come, Meukiss, for I know where his tent is pitcht. Let us together waft in on a shadow and wait him there. And when from battol that he returneth with mine head and a few others, and some foreskins, & boots, & blades meant to kill him, and some cherisht wifes’ tooths held close by my smitten comrades, and strumpets’ garters, and gold, and ampoules of cologne, and all the whatnotte dredg-ed up outen carnage by victors; and after that he quaffeth, and gorgeth, and taketh to sleepf; then will we forth and present our selfs unto him in his dreams. Yea, I believe, Meukiss, that I shall make mine home in his head for an while.
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And they walkt together, Meukiss and Nebb Hunch, toward an hole now ope’d in the Bay of Unhad Dreams, ope’d with Neb’s coming from the real beyond. And they talkt as they stroll-ed:
N— What thinkst thou then of the Bay, Meukiss?
M— Be that what ’tis, some manner of bay? I knew not to think Bay, tho Closet I thoght. Well, it is nice. And that perpetuol musick there, that is nice.
N— Well; but no place to pass a billiens years.
M— Yea, no place atall. Now. How knowest thou such muche, so soon, while I know nought?
N— Well, I alway have been the most clever man in the world; cud to have own-ed her, the world, had I not so loved to fight.
M— Well, not I, not so clever. Fighting, well, that I did as much as the next, with less success, and enjoyd it half. Still, the world was made up about right, for me. In the world, there were only four or three things to know. Now, there seem to be six milliens, or hap eight milliens thousents. How will I not take mad?
N— We shall the both take mad; and wha’ of’t?
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ow, out upon a battlefield in the world strode there tentwards a battlehappy Stalactite, foreskins in hand, heads on a string, strumpfet garters ringd around his arm. Such
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good day in the field, saith he, Maketh for a good night in the straw.
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