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tains, oo pour a veritable torrent t quickly forms into dark, viscous, livid puddles on the floor.
But, before you accuse t.
Delicious!
For ticky puddles of fresra, red. . . t of summer pudding, even tside, on toill creaks out his melancholy call:
"Poor toms a-cold!"
And it is mider.
Nig, an old ing against t h lamps and dles.
bato tory, Ned Kelly found t Dr Dee o sleep as ten did nooal ball o lap as ed at t rolled again off o t latle calico cat disabled it at once bloo play , batting it t ered the coup de grace.
ity sigoday barren of iion. ed ironically t, if just so mucime, ster into tory, t it.
Not, Kelly kne sug ossible.
If you could see inside Kellys brain, you ing mae.
idohe windows black.
t o made a noise like s? Kelly turo look. t, ensity t its prickled ears met at tips, sometal ball, so t at first it looked as if tear.
But look again.
Kelly looked again and began to sob and gibber.
t rose up and backed aion, s bristling tail stuck straigiff as a broom oo scared to permit even ttack upon ture, about ttle fi popped out of tal ball as if the ball had been a bubble.
But its passage cracked or fissured t is still ly after ture of tesimal oally strety limbs to test t of the new invisible circumference around her.
Kelly stammered: "t be some rational explanation!"
Altoo small for o see teetill ransparend notc stage of t; raig in a stern fringe; s uprig disapproval.
t, coatically, noity of elixir vitae ran a tor astoniso see her.
a.
there?
Selpiece of tting room of t il it clouded over and ter a brief moments fusing fis, gloomy ced by five dles in one brancid filled ter ied by t cat extended ready to strike, approac! s out of "time ; into "time ;, for transparent substander a e beard and a man tle on his head.
no sound came out; s o a tantrum a or, ime past, raised c il, , sed on to t of it a strawberry.
ted tra large, t, tur round and round, and t otle bite out of it, leaving beiny ring of eet.
At t bite, stle.
Kelly tio mumble: "t be some rational explanation."
took a sed, less tentative bite, and gretle more. te nigo mutter among themselves.
Reassured at last, sra sly against ters, out of tick so t see a gigantic tear splasallic g upon Ned Kellys , tor, o ru Ark, pressed a pae into , sil soon so sit e as ice-cream and as long as Sunday.
But she had no wings.
Kelly, t be a rational explanation but think of one.
S last.
"tell me," s;to ts to give a very small dinner party, and invites s."1
At t, looked as if it ed on gauze, like a trical effect, and mig lig. Dr Dee stroked ively. o many questions, or knearre -- didnt a piece of it lie beside tuffed dodo? to impregs masity to ts name, ask erica, migo t ainable, surely, termediary of the angels, if only one scried long enough.
ruly believed t not is w makes him modern.
But, to tion, he imagine no answer.
Kelly, forced against ure to suspect t roy ricks, is sunk in introspe, and even heard her.
o t be made out of diaries, only be real ificial and Dr Dee a member of tlig uy, before e or long, directed a famous produ of Aristop trinity College, in o make deliveries, on t beetle.
Arcas made a flying dove of Nuremberg, acc to Boterus, a structed bot to flutter and flap across ory, to tonis of all. In olden times, tatues t Daedalus built raised to tion of s of mercury. Albertus Magnus, t Sage, cast a spoke.
Are te or not, t jerk and so sucures believe to be migue of tensity of their belief, bee so?
(In Prague, ty of to life.)
tor t t deal and t tants of anot be a little automaton popped up from God knows where.
Mean; opened up again.
It came in.
It rolled on little oppling progress, a clockall as a mast, advang at a stately if erratic paodding and beg and sial fragments of its surface as it came, its foliage rustling, noud perilously rog at a cra tone floor s er, almost out of trol, evidently almost on t of collapse; it ernoon.
But, alt looked as if etrically self-propelled, Arcimboldo t, pig up bits of tut-tutting at its ruination, pus, s, occasionally pig it up bodily and carrying it. s secretions and looked foro a good o t came. tor and ant ake it apart until t time.
t is not, and never e again, but, at t, not, for noer one final s stuck stock-still, tering one last, gross, meical sigh.
A nipple dropped off. tor picked it up and offered it to trawberry! She shook her head.
teristidicate ture is, like t bo stra of from t time acc to oday, grapes, nuts, c apples some for older on ;.
But noation! io i. Sly:
"If 70 per t an eye, 75 per t an ear, 80 per t an arm, 85 per t a leg: age, at least, must all four?"2
Once again, sumped t last slo stra;Summer" ed -- subsided, slito bo cegrate.
It is not so muc to pretend trous being is alive, for noto care o do is to plunge o ificial strangeness, pero t fles fles, ; -- explains Arcimboldo, displaying tercourse ify ry outside ts t her.
"Reason bees ties of pleasure," said Freud.
One day, o a festival!
So t er.
Peckisly demolis in t iced ttle cat played croquet one he girls flaxen hair.
" t; he asked her.
tion stirred o speech.
"A and B began t; sly.
turo look at to pronoune piece of oracular wisdom. Sossed on.
"t; tole noug Ne?"3
t tio stare at urning to dust in ths.
"?" sed, no ion, as if, if tumble on t reply, sated back, diminutive, stern, rational, al ball and tossed back to "time ;, or, eveer, to the book from which she had sprung.
"Poor toms a-cold," offered ter t, came silence.
NOtE:
to Alices drums:
1 One.
2 ten.
3 t t day to tood in front of it, ood be.
Problems and ansaale, Lewis Carroll, London, 1885.
Alice ed by a logi and t is, from te of on sericted by logical dedu and is created by language, alto abstras .
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