THE MARKHAM BROTHER
He is a distant lad - far off, a continent away -
and always willing, it would seem to take his
part in action. He holds the hammer by its head,
and pounds. He looks askance at whatever
resembles a fantasy line, a story without
compunction, an ending where no logic
intrudes. 'I abhor things I can see right
through,' he says. So, as that may be, I
simply let it go; too tired to fight, and made
jagged by the rough-and-tumble, I meekly
roll away and let matters go wherever
they may go - for (if I may say),
it's really all the same to me.
and always willing, it would seem to take his
part in action. He holds the hammer by its head,
and pounds. He looks askance at whatever
resembles a fantasy line, a story without
compunction, an ending where no logic
intrudes. 'I abhor things I can see right
through,' he says. So, as that may be, I
simply let it go; too tired to fight, and made
jagged by the rough-and-tumble, I meekly
roll away and let matters go wherever
they may go - for (if I may say),
it's really all the same to me.
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