4904. AND SO

AND SO

And so haul the hammer-claw like a nine-man

posse, paint the mansion new white. Alb and

chalice will have to do : if these fellows refuse

to leave, I don't know what I'll do. The scabrous

one, Nikos, now he's calling for another beer.

My God, this never ends - all those laughing

girls are stringing popcorn, or something like it,

near the cape'd and open doorway. Everyone is

still laughing, but there's a tragedy outside. There's

a tragedy outside, and they won't eve know it. The 

tar and macadam of all we send forth is stalled and

writhing on the ground - for anyone who says

Reality is all we get, this must be so, a majestic

sound. Scoff at nothing, fine fellows! Yes, haul

Nikos another beer! He shall live forever!