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The Book of Wine & Seizures
by WC Smith, Illustrated by William J Schafer

Book 5: Fear as a Blanket on the Brain (olde font)

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Chapfter
1. A Certain Ease of Dominien..................... p. 1
2. The Castrumpahundus Oppositien .......pp. 1-2
3. Come the Babe, Come Fear on High ...pp. 2-3
4. Campaign of Official Terrer .................pp. 3-5
5. He Killeth and Getteth Killd .................pp. 5-6
6. Meddlings of the New Multitude ..........pp. 6-8
Indectic ..................................................pp. 9-10

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Fear as a Blanket on the Brain

1.

A Certain Ease of Dominien

T (olde font)
here was a day when through the deep-peace land with out bounds, the land with out rule, came a man giving fear with wicked bendings of his face.  And with raisd voice
he went saying of every thing, This is mine; this is mine.  For he was one seeking kingdem, having long stifled and eke-ed among the common in the far villidge of his birth & shame.  And as he the facejake claim-ed properties outen under their peaceabol sitters, bounds arose wherein he markt his dominien by the scent of fear, and his rule multiplext within. 

            And by and by he said, I oughts have a name; and this name which I shud have is Greasius.  More over, saith he, I oughts have a flanbanniger, such as King, or as Pharoah, that men in hearing might reolize the loss of their standing-room, and know futilidy in the face of mine ascendence.  And the flanbannigar which I shud have is Kudtblaid.  Yea, let the world lift eyes unto its Dominizer, the Kudtblaid Greasius, Domino by Take & Title: ever long may he tower; ne’er may he totter; ne’er may he tumbol down.  These are mine objekdivs.

            And the people seen his sinserity, and fell in line; for they, being peaceabol, were full of concessien.  And the Kudtblaid gat him a column of soldiers, and imbu-ed he in them the rudiments of coercive face & voice, yet neither enogh that he him self shud fear.  And he sent out amongst the people enforciment bevies, and ratcheted his rule.  And it pleas-ed him to invent taxasien and some hassols callt the law, of which men were sure to run afoul.  Yea, saith Greasius, Let there be crimes, and let there be a funded forgiveness that draweth on the purse, sustaining the law that createth the crimes that beg the forgiveness that openeth up the purses, anyata, anyata, anyata.  And behold, that I shall have is a machine.

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2.

The Castrumpahundus Oppositien

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nd those inhabiters once prominent were set aback, and Greasius tooke their place.  Yet, among them was a certin woman callt Tody Sorudabist Castrumpahundus, the
same who resisten him all the time, for that she hath grewn accustomd to the sound of her own say upon her acre.  And lo, all her fortunes gat gone in resisting, swallerd up by extravogant festivals of protestasien, and by the hazard-premiems of consultents and the stipends of charactor

2 The Book of Wine & Seizures (p. 2)

assassins which she hath retaint, and by the exactien of all their exequies.  And she was run afoul of law, and her purse was opent.

            And the crew of Greasius came and dominize-ed her house and hauld her out, tho she launcht her views and cited blunders in the law.  More over, saith she unto dead ears, I am with fetus, and oughts be hous-ed.  Ne’ertheless, out she gone, for that Greasius hath said, Go and make out with her, the same with all who prick & brew.

            Woe, lamenteth she.  Nought remaineth unto me in my world, save this fetis which I carry about, the which is likily that of some child.  And, knowing childs, I remind unto you usurpers that it will call for food, and for garb, and for shelter against the ants and werowulfs.  And what shall I but answer, saying, Tell it to the Kudtblaid, who hath snatcht it all away!

            But the Cap’n-o’-th’-Crew rebuke-ed her, saying, Cry me not fetus; I have heard it before.  And he laid some face upon her, and she shrank & scuttld.

"I am with fetus"-- pregnant medieval lady in yellow

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