Maskt as honours, insult like behaving

missiles homes. I bow, & grunt ‘Thank you.

I’m glad you could come

so late.’ All loves are gratified. I’m having

to screw a little thing I have to screw.

Good nature is over.

Herewith ill-wishes. From a cozy grave

rainbow I scornful laughings. Do not do,

Father, me down.

Let’s shuck an obligation. O I have

done. Is the inner-coffin burning blue

or did Jehovah frown?

Jehovah. Period. Yahweh. Period. God.

It is marvellous that views so differay

(Father is a Jesuit)

can love so well each other. We was had.

O visit in my last tomb me.—Perché?

—Is a nice pit.