Capitolo 86
Plaza when he sees me on my accustomed bench. In rest its face is as
surly how come, but I have seen him smile to a child. Probably the weight
of our collective sins on his/her conscience it is less annoying, now that him
it has a crime of his really to balance them. For falsification and the falsification of
an official record is a true crime that would send him/it to jail. But
also that surly and judicial God of his/her adoration should give him the welcome one in
sky on his strength.
I believe that Bartholomew sleeps or' nights now.
FOR MAYME, LEGGA MARY
ME
Mayme Mccartney was one bad small good girl. You inhaled (I have trust)
you esteem for his/her goodness. But it was for his/her game and happy impudence,
his/her tendency for clever damage, her wide disrespect and Catholic for
law, conventions, conveniences and people and the shine of the devil in
his/her black eyes that we really loved him to us. Man is the wickedness of human creature
nature in Ours To straight angle. Me it says that very it is elsewhere the same.
You entered public notice giving first (not in demand) a more anymore
the scandalous and animate imitation of old man Mrs. Tallafferr, aforetime of
the Southern aristocracy, in the action to reproach his/her landlord the
insecticidal Boggs ("Boggs Kills Bugs" in his/her brevet of the nobility), for
peanuts that you/they eat on his own anterior footsteps. You then (it sincerely solicited from
an increasing public) I handed extemporaneous squirts of the Small Red Doctor
inside complications that diagnose in one to make doodle-bug; of MacLachan (drunk)
singing "You Leg" of Cork and MacLachan (sober) thereof being reformed; of
Bartholomew Storrs that he/she offers exemplary of his/her poesy morgue to a the aching ones
second-cousin; and, having decorated out his/her chin in moustaches of cotton-batten
(edge of Satan!), of me offering wise and pious suggestion
the admonitions to Our Plaza to great. Having concluded, she sat down on a
bench and it coughed. And the Small Red Doctor that, from the refuge of a