Inutility
Old Fornicus, he too hath his frigates & dinghies, his barges & pirogues & kayaks & caravels & free-ranging submersibol chasemcraft, and the wealth to order more; and well he knewn that the shipfing lane to Da was a shot straight on, for thereover hath he and other sheep shippers shipfing sheep shippt ships of sheep ship-to-ship and shore-to-shore. But he could scarce abide the effrontery of any tract of earth that deemd its self impervious before him, that contrive-ed to harbor such species as he hath singld out for damping. Yea, he splitted the overgrowth and went in after them, leaving to anxious merchants and mamma-sons the slick lanes and plain sailing.
He went banging down the beasts, of course he did; but also the suspect flora had their date with the blade. He left the figs, now, and minded not the hyssop mints nor the larch nor everlasting cypress and the such; and winkt he at the innocuous biz of a millien famlies of honest growings,
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according to his persepsien. But if an thou wast snakeweed, or gutta-percha mucktree, or goatsbeard, or bilberry-o’-th-bog, or syphilis pansie, or marshomallow, or devil’s tobaccer pouch, or another that he hath numberd in blood upon the pages of his albumn, then hath he a right serius bone against thee; and ’twere best to be of other seed in the hour that he come upon.
And the multitude of razzers, they could hear it as he came: the thundrous snapf & crash of ansient arboreal canopy, and cacaph’ny of birds flusht up and monkies shrill; the shriek & whine of his revving sword a-chewing swaths through beasts and bush; his cries of pain and vengeance; and the horn he blew for victry. And e’en as those ragged hornblasts sounded ever closer, and vicious resistance with its roars of feral protestasien fell away, a shudder tare through those listners there. But Bullus seen the shudder, and went again before their faces, and gave them stoke, and shat that shudder down. For Bullus he seen him self as some manner of purger of purgers, and would not yield his visien. But, he needen the force of sociedy with him, and went therefore all about, priming its pulse.
And when of sudden the air was cloven by a tremendis oath, and Old Fornicus burst from the jungol in a spray of burger & slaw that a moment gone had been the unforchunant swatting leopard and venus horsetrap in his way—meatmince with salad to go, he callen them—there then stood he and the teasers facing, both sides all eyes. And the only sound then were two arduous breathings: that of Old Fornicus, from over exersion; and the rasp-o-wheezle of Jesting Bull (which name were a mythomystic cognomen registerd by Bullus the Jester, in which he laid ambishin to be made god-legend to the generatians), from that exalted buffoon’s unsound physiologem.
And sizing up the scene, and grasping an impasse, Old Fornicus did pixure an instant solution of the usual cut. But in that moment when he croucht to spring into their midst, fell his eyes upon the vacant gazes of children which also were there, led into this place and upon this blade by imprudent guardians. And seeing those children reminden him of the miracol of his own dear babe awaiting; and again his heart was softend. And he said within him, These little ones, they have pilferd no figs off me; neither shall I then cleave their families and cast these babes adrift upon destiny’s dashing swells, as was I casted. [Tho, such thought were a sentimentol poetry of his mind; for he could cite no certain instance wherein he was casted upon some dashing swells. Verily, of his own electien he hath taken to the swells, and dash-ed them in stead. But, a man must think his thoughts, and a man must wring the most outen his endowment to emote.] Let it be said, thought he, That Old Fornicus is the sivil sort, who will not crash a crowd down to hell before its time in cause. And lo, Old Fornicus did turn and flee upon the beaten path that leadeth him to home.
Then went Bullus a-herding all that multitude unto the house of Old Fornicus, and did find there, nested up in a tree, the babe and the lambsbelly teat, and seize-ed them down. And that young woman dasht forth straightway and snatcht the babe from Bullus, and clawd the jestor’s face, and ran away into the forest; and blindly he flang the teat after her, causing it to blow (or esplode) upon the earth at her heels. But, she hath severol of those things.
And Zenith the wife of Old Fornicus came out and seen there the multitude and the notorius magistrate. And she said, Old Fornicus, my dancer, what is it? And he said unto her, Get back in there.
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And Bullus waxt official in his capacities, and against the house of Old Fornicus did levy forfeiture of two hundreds screaming pluckfowl and the jewels of his grand ram. Also assign-ed he unto Wengwyn Wahlli Da a battlefield easement of six hundred years upon the lands of Old Fornicus, reaching from the sea unto that place wherein Old Fornicus killt the last manticore, which was there scratching in his peyote bed; under terms of which easoment, upon the subject grounds Wahlli Da may to conduct her skirmishes and iron out her grudges, and may also to invite her enemies thither for to pitch their encampments. Nor hath the city any encumbrance of cleaning up after, under terms set forth and signed and seald and deliverd en notati excessiva triplicoti.
And Old Fornicus saith, Damns, damns. And the ratchet of his face brake the devil’s index, throwing into pandomania the tenets of an ancient sciense and giving birth unto the modern theoretic proposiens, the very same termd antispacial hypre-skew by those extrocalculistic supporters of the physiognomicol piddolings of Two-Horn Babboo. Bullus the Jester, he suspecteth not just how faxuel ringeth all that which, upon the roof, he had spake concerning Deuce-riggd indices of facetwist. Bullus—he had been thinking, Hear what folderol that this jenius, I, have delvd up for my patsy—knew not that all through his fibres, he was right clued to the devil, and right with the dhevhal’s mess. That Bullus; deep down neath decency could he dive for dirty glee. Though, neither could he plumb one tenth the devol’s depth; for that old roaster knoweth some low going.
Now Old Fornicus did try to read of the burdens that were laid upon his place, those numberd there upon the mount of writs before him; but he could not make them out. And he rubb-ed his eyen, and gat some motes therein, off from offen his unwasht hand. And through glazey eyes he seen there Zenith his wife, and saith unto her, Wherefore O wherefore marriedest thou Me, and not Bullus the Jester? And she answered and said, I have ask-ed that unto my self, since Op’ning Night of this atrossidy that thou callst Marriage. And he beheld there her trunks along the wall, that they were packt for travling.
And the sea this evening were satin creme neath the prow of the joke-colord clipper Wind Breakor, against whose gunnel lean-ed grinning Bullus, chaparoning home his multitude. And he was askt to sing again of the antique days, when that his administradive deeds had made the sea so slick & safe to sail. And he swang his eyes offen the bright horizen, and accustomd them again to the grime of eager earnest faces that ne’er had spasmd in dread of a rising spittiegitter or other of those gruesum creatures long retired to legend. Neither too hath mine own fair person to such encounter been subjeckted, thought that officius harlequin. Zound; to meet one of those out here, to see such a thing bearing down, that would be horrobol; rah for civilise-ed times! And he expandend his chest, and answerd and said unto them, Certinly. And he commenst asinging.
Bullus alway doth enjoy to gavotte unto his own rhapsodies; yea, there be none but his own, unto which he will even turn an ear.
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| 1. A Old Battler Rousted Outen His Sleepf pp. 1-3 | |
| 2. That Voice Cometh On Like As The Very Lord! pp. 4-5 | |
| 3. Investiture In The View That The Voice Is Lord pp. 5-8 | |
| 4. Rapture In The Sweet Symphony Of Living p. 8 | |
| 5. Fraud & Blasphemy: The Art Of The Voice Player pp. 9-10 | |
| 6. Final Price Of The Package pp.10-12 | < hookt in |
| 7. Indectic pp. 13-14 |
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