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Bizniss In An House Of Fools

ow Dhahgedu went out from Baz in testy fettle as a destitoot.  And he thoght to cast off his gods, and thoght against it.   Yet for growing rich hath he come forth, beside

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            And after a time drew he nigh unto the house of Horace, the same who hath thoghts of locusts day & night, he when a babe having been renderd some mete insane by locusts.  And tho neither was this such Horace as sell them selfs o’er in New Sodom, nor such Horace as standeth in the stable, yet are the soundings of these disparate Horacees as one, except that thou say the name of the locustthinker as doth that manteacher Amsinopisil, thusly:  Ho-rah-chee.  Ho-rahhh-chee.     

            And Dhahgedu said unto Horace, I Dhahgedu have been time untold in the wilderness, since the dawn of days, aseeking a preternoble soul who shall be appointed to straddle the earth and ride; for I, here before thine eyes in exponentchol mysterie, am of the Lord.

            And Horace thoght, I cud use that.  To straddol the earth and ride, that were prettigoode.  And he made as tho he hath heard not Dhahgedu to mentien any awardings for preternoble qualities, which qualidies wud Horace by cunning now cause to be known of him self, that he in perceivd supprise be the soul selectnd for to straddol & ride.  And he said unto Dhahgedu, Say, thou individjule; my persipience—persipience: is that an word?—telleth me that thou hast been some seasons out in the everwood; and what peregrinater but needeth a rest, after thatte?  Knowing not who thou art, nor thy missien hereabouts, nor Who might to have sent thee forth, nonetheless I say unto thee:  Come thou unto mine house, and eat, and quiesce in the ministratiens of the preternoble manitarian that I am, and favor unto me at thy leisure a divulgence of thine identitum.  For if an thou hast voic-ed any such revelatiens, yet neither have I heard an word thereof.  Some time, I questien these ears, wondring whom might they be out working for at night; for they hang here asleep on me, at day.  (And Horace sidecasted a glance for locusts.)

            Then said Horace again unto him, Yea, mine eight sons will hear thy tales of wanderlust and its components, wander and lust.  For I have promisst to have them edjucated, and so far I have not started.  But thy tales, why, those will get them started.

            Now, Horace hat but three sons.  But he boasteth and sayeth, Mine eight sons.  For an a man have one son only, desireth he not three?  And having three, then twenty?  Verily, verily, Horace standeth commendable, twelve fictious sons to the good, he claiming but the eight sons when that he might to have claimt a score.

            And Dhahgedu answer-ed and said, Thou shalt reap rhubarb from Heaven’s rows.  (And he pulld out a cut of rewsbarba for to show.)  And a bit of spittle came out from the lip of Dhahgedu as he spake, which Horace seen.  And Horace were for a moment caught thinking the thoght that an agent from the Lord wud seem excepted from shooting snickems of drool.  But also thoght he, Who then am I to birth & raise such probe concerning metacorpral transfleshiform indelicasie, such cynicol inquiriality as with foul fingres reacheth up and gropeth the very face of Provender?  (Now, poor Horace thought he spake of Providence there in his mind, and not of feedstocks; for he hath not the high man’s advanidge of wordcraft and excellent taught religics, as hast thou scoffing bastrid which scoffeth toward him.  Be sure, the maw of hell gapeth wider at such scoffing; and ’twere plentiwide all ready.)