CASTARE'S GATE
Is that how it's done, Charles;
how is it done? Why? Remember,
as I told you once, I am watching
over the kippered bridge connecting
me to Lambeth and you to London.
It was Mr. Blake himself, as I
told you, who ranted on the grass
about the summer soldier and
the military stuff. It got him, alas,
nowhere. All the prophetic books
in the world, as I see it, won't carry
you far past Castare's Gate.
Is that how it's done, Charles;
how is it done? Why? Remember,
as I told you once, I am watching
over the kippered bridge connecting
me to Lambeth and you to London.
It was Mr. Blake himself, as I
told you, who ranted on the grass
about the summer soldier and
the military stuff. It got him, alas,
nowhere. All the prophetic books
in the world, as I see it, won't carry
you far past Castare's Gate.
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