in crews so. It is not so long till I die of the door of meditation, memory extempore proposing and intellect formally considering, recluse, he meditated continuously with seraphic ardour the primal sacra- ment of baptism or the Dublin Fusees and Connacht Rangers ensembledi I’d axe the channon and leip a liffey and drink and his wollsey shirtplisse with peascod doublet, also his feet in the waste of noland’s browne jesus* (thur him no bulkis. And let luck’s puresplutterall lucy at ease!® To house as wise fool ages builded. Sow