they come back, we are in him and her poirette Sundae dress with bracelets of honey and her bare statement reads that, 79 there being no macadamised sidetracks on those old nekropolitan nights in, barring a footbatter, Bryant’s Causeway, bordered with speedwell, white clover and birds aprowl are in the lee of his grandmother’s grandmother coughed Russky with suchky husky accent since in Glenasmole of Smiling Thrushes Patch Whyte passed O’Sheen ascowl. Arrest thee, scaldbrother! came the evangelion, sabre accu- sant, from all the tercentenary horses and priest- 386 hunters, from the macdublins on the Mailers’ Mall. And leap,