04:0333
04:0334
04:0335
04:0336
04:0337
04:0338
04:0339
04:0340
04:0341
04:0342
04:0343
04:0344
04:0345
04:0346
04:0347
04:0348
04:0349
04:0350
04:0351
04:0352
04:0353
04:0354
04:0355
04:0356
04:0357
04:0358
04:0359
04:0360
04:0361
04:0362
04:0363
04:0364
04:0365
04:0366
04:0367
04:0368
04:0369
04:0370
04:0371
04:0372
04:0373
04:0374
04:0375
04:0376
04:0377
04:0378
04:0379
04:0380
04:0381
04:0382
04:0383
04:0384
04:0385
04:0386
04:0387
04:0388
04:0389
04:0390
04:0391
04:0392
04:0393
04:0394
04:0395
04:0396
|
She swallowed a draught of tea from her cup held by nothandle
and,
having wiped her fingertips smartly on the blanket, began to search the text
with the hairpin till she reached the word.
--Met him what? he asked.
--Here, she said. What does that mean?
He leaned downward and read near her polished thumbnail.
--Metempsychosis?
--Yes. Who's he when he's at home?
--Metempsychosis, he said, frowning. It's Greek:
from the Greek. That
means the transmigration
of souls.
--O, rocks! she said. Tell us in plain words.
He smiled, glancing askance at her mocking
eyes. The same young
eyes. The first night after the charades.
Dolphin's Barn. He turned over the
smudged pages. Ruby:
the Pride of the Ring. Hello. Illustration. Fierce
Italian with carriagewhip. Must be Ruby pride of the on the floor naked.
Sheet kindly lent. The monster Maffei desisted and flung his victim from him
with an oath. Cruelty behind it all. Doped animals. Trapeze
at Hengler's.
Had to look the other way. Mob gaping. Break your neck and we'll break
our sides. Families of them. Bone them young so they metamspychosis.
That we live after death. Our souls. That a man's soul after he dies,
Dignam's soul_....
--Did you finish it? he asked.
--Yes, she said. There's nothing smutty in it. Is she in love with the first
fellow all the time?
--Never read it. Do you want another?
--Yes. Get another of Paul de Kock's. Nice name he has.
She poured more tea into her cup, watching it flow sideways.
Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to
Kearney, my guarantor. Reincarnation: that's the word.
--Some people believe, he said, that we go on living in another body after
death, that we lived before. They call it reincarnation. That we all lived
before on the earth thousands of years ago or some other planet. They say
we have forgotten it. Some say they remember their past lives.
The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her tea. Better
remind her of the word: metempsychosis. An example would be better. An
example?
The Bath of the Nymph over the bed. Given away with the Easter
number of Photo Bits : splendid masterpiece in art colours. Tea before you
put milk in. Not unlike her with her hair down: slimmer. Three and six I
gave for the frame. She said it would look nice over the bed. Naked
nymphs: Greece: and for instance all the people that lived then.
He turned the pages back.
--Metempsychosis, he said, is what the ancient Greeks called it. They used
to believe you could be changed into an animal or a tree, for instance. What
they called nymphs, for example.
Her spoon ceased to stir up the sugar. She gazed straight before her,
inhaling through her arched nostrils.
--There's a smell of burn, she said. Did you leave anything on the fire?
--The kidney! he cried suddenly.
He fitted the book roughly into his inner pocket and, stubbing his toes
against the broken commode, hurried out towards the smell, stepping
hastily down the stairs with a flurried stork's legs. Pungent smoke shot up
in an angry jet from a side of the pan. By prodding a prong of the fork
under the kidney he detached it and turned it turtle on its back. Only a little
burnt. He tossed it off the pan on to a plate and let the scanty brown gravy
trickle over it.
Cup of tea now. He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of the loaf. He
shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to the cat. Then he put a forkful into
his mouth, chewing with discernment the toothsome pliant meat. Done to a
turn. A mouthful of tea. Then he cut away dies of bread, sopped one in the
gravy and put it in his mouth. What was that about some young student
and a picnic? He creased out the letter at his side, reading it slowly as he
chewed, sopping another die of bread in the gravy and raising it to his
mouth.
|
She swallowed a draught of tea 1from her cup held by 3[not handle]
nothandle3{1{ and, having wiped her fingertips smartly on the blanket, began
to search the text with the hairpin till she reached the word.
--Met him what? he asked. &~FSEOPasked.] tC; asked aRFSEOP~&
--Here, she said. What does that mean?
He leaned downward and read near her polished thumbnail.
--Metempsychosis?
--Yes. 3[What's that?&.dc] &~##&.dc] ++}TS lost{~& |1 <What's that when it's at home?> Who's he when he's at home?|1{3{
--Metempsychosis, he said, frowning. It's Greek:## &~##Greek:] (tB); Greek; aR~& from the Greek. That
means the transmigration of souls.
--O, rocks! she said. Tell us in plain words.
He smiled, glancing askance at her mocking eyes. [|B()Young still.] The
same young eyes. The first night after the |D()[charades at>] charades.()|D{
Dolphin's Barn. He turned over the smudged pages. Ruby: |D()[a tale of
circus life.]
the#>>### &~#>>#the---Ring.] a3; ++}no italics{ 1~& &~##the] a3; The 1; the a1~& Pride of the Ring.# <<:# Hello. Illustration. Fierce Italian with
carriagewhip. Must be Ruby pride of## &~##of] a1; f 1~& the on the floor naked. Sheet kindly
lent. The#>># &~#>>:#The---oath] a3; ++}no italics{ 1~& monster Maffei desisted and flung his victim from him with an
oath.#<<# Cruelty behind it all. Doped animals.#># &~#>#animals. Trapeze] a1; animals trapeze 1~& Trapeze#<# at Hengler's. Had to
look the other way. Mob gaping. Break your neck and we'll break our
sides. Families of them. Bone## &~##Bone] a1; Bow 1~& them young so they metamspychosis.##()|D{ &~##metamspychosis.] ==>TN~&
That we live after death. Our souls. That a man's soul after he dies,
Dignam's soul_....
--Did you finish it? he asked. &~FSEOPasked.] (tB); asked aRFSEOP~&
--Yes, she said. There's nothing smutty in it. Is she in love with the first
fellow all the time?
--Never read it. Do you want another?
--Yes. Get another of Paul de Kock's. Nice name he has.
She poured more tea into her cup, watching it flow sideways.
2Must get that Capel street library book renewed or they'll write to
Kearney, my guarantor.##2{ &~##guarantor.] 1932; garantor. a2~& Reincarnation: that's the word.
--Some people believe, he said, that we go on living in another body after
death, that we lived before. They call it reincarnation. That we all lived
before on the earth thousands of years ago or some other planet. They say
we have forgotten it. Some say they remember their past lives.
The sluggish cream wound curdling spirals through her tea. Better
remind her of the word: metempsychosis. An example would be better. An
example?
The Bath of the Nymph over the bed. Given away with the Easter##
- &~##Easter] a1; easter aR~&
number of Photo Bits: splendid masterpiece in art colours. Tea before you
put milk in. Not unlike her with her hair down: slimmer. Three and six I
gave for the frame. She said it would look nice over the bed. Naked
nymphs: Greece: and for instance all the people that lived then.
He turned the pages back.
--Metempsychosis, he said, is what the ancient Greeks called it. They used
to believe you could be changed into an animal or a tree, for instance. What
they called nymphs,## &~##nymphs,] a1; nymphs aR~& for example.
Her spoon ceased to stir up the sugar. She gazed straight before her,
inhaling through her arched nostrils.
--There's a smell of burn, she said. Did you leave anything on the fire?
--The kidney! he cried suddenly.
He fitted the book roughly into his inner pocket 3[and] and,
|1 stubbing his toes|1{ against the broken commode,3{ hurried out
towards the smell, stepping hastily down the stairs with a flurried |1<&.er>
stork's|1{ legs. Pungent smoke shot up in an angry jet from a side of the pan.
By prodding a prong of the fork under the kidney he detached it and turned
it 1[over] turtle1{ on its back. Only a little burnt. He tossed it off the pan on
to a plate and let the scanty brown gravy trickle over it.
Cup of tea now. He sat down, cut and buttered a slice of the loaf. He
shore away the burnt flesh and flung it to the cat. Then he put a forkful into
his mouth, chewing with discernment the toothsome pliant meat. Done to a
turn. A mouthful of tea. Then he cut away## &~##away] (aD); many aR~& dies of bread, sopped one in the
gravy and put it in his mouth. What was that about some young student
and a picnic? He creased out the letter at his side, reading it slowly as he
chewed, sopping another die of bread in the gravy and raising it to his
mouth.
|