BEGGAR ME THE NAZARENE
I am not far from home. Still recognizing
things I see, I remember the school, the
less-than-cranial robustness of the barber-shop
and tailor, when such was there. Long time before
this time passed. History has a sequence only it alone
can keep; the things that went before, the expectations
and the take. I cannot improve on any of that now.
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This lonely fellow comes lively home again : what
is it he wishes to achieve? His own renown, or just
another grubby and unremarkable crucifixion?
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