For he had fresh contracted the fear that Histery would walk waving away from him, embellishing not his every gesture, nor doting in every glossy word, nor exerting herself to contemplate his introspexiens, nor capturing every frightful nuance of the consummate Kreemling for presentiment to the ages. The spites and snubs of Histry (O, he could see them coming) would leave nought to mark the extrod’n’ry measure of his life—which he considerd the only real life being led these days, as he the horrid hath made life impossibol for every one else.
And so. With out any Historicol store in being good, no call to suppose him self the stuff of budding legend, became he then the latest thing in indignation. And it seemd to him meet that the subjects of a tyrant be more wretched than the tyrant him self. And he went about to make them so, with his twoscore captains, and all their learn-ed horses (which had lernt the terror prance, and pranst terrer into souls), and some intensity clowns.
Now, in the hottest moments of his castigations, peeling peasants from his path with a torrid tongue, he seeth Nubb the Great Cranker out hulking about. And Kreemling castigated him likewise in toto; and also in this case spat he some spittle into the matten hair of Nubb, for further emphatic downbringing. And Nubb were appalled to be derided in these days of recent rejexion by a woman; and the spittle could have come at no meaner season for him.
And in the twinkling of an eye delivered Nubb twoscore blows with twoscore hard scones which were in his pouch, bake-ed by his mother to have been the week in supper. And the twoscore blows from the twoscore scones did fall upon the twoscore captains, and tumbld they off from offen their high horsen upon the motherdust, e’en upon the ground fell they, calld the cold earth, and hard naked soyl. And Nubb did bizniss there, and smote them further with whistlestone, which whistleth as it beateth about from head to head, owing to porosity akin to the porosity of whizzstone. And the captains, which were appointed unto their captaincies as sons of high lovers of the Tyranny, were hard out. But the clowns were smitten not; nor would I have smitten them, necessarily.
And when the captayns were smit sufficient, Nubb took Kreemling the Toy Tyrant by his artsificial beard, and pull-ed he him down from offen Rex the Tyrannical Horse, and there dragg-ed he him upon the ground in circles of road artistry. And many stood in laughter that day against
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Kreemling the Toy Tyrant as he were draggd; and he cared for it not, to be lafft up against. Tho, he discoverd that ’twere enjoyable, to be draggd. Therefore forgave he Nubb the Great Cranker, and also lafft Kreemling also, inasmuch as it proven amusing, to be draggd. But Nubb lafft not, being yet with evil spirit, and finding dragsweat breaking upon his brow in the master heat. But avenged were his diminution by Kreemling, and again felt he a man, save for recent rejexien by a woman.
Now after the spindragging came there out a call to the carpet of all who had stood in laughter against the Tyrant. For he said, I will call all other laughers—besides me the very caller—to the carpet, for I am their scourge. Say. When they can free make with hilaridy against thy sombre dignidy, and stand laffing, then indeed they have thee. They shall not have thee, Tyrant! This were that he said; for some of us were there, hanging decoratively upon his wall.
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jptArchive Issue 6 |
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The Journal of Provincial Thought |
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Chapitre |
1. The Ride of Derision pp. 1-2 |
2. The Call to the Carpet pp. 2-4 |
3. To the Seat of Wrath, A Rolling Carnivol of Penitents ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------pp. 5-6 |
4. Tragedie Upon Nine Differents Heavens pp. 7-11 |
5. Penitence Misst and Providense Lost pp. 11-12 |
6. Indectic p. 13 |