is that doctor one guinea please and asking me had I frequent omissions where do
those old fellows get all the words they have omissions with his shortsighted
eyes on me cocked sideways I wouldnt trust him too far to give me chloroform or
God knows what else still I liked him when he sat down to write the thing out
frowning so severe his nose intelligent like that you be damned you lying
strap O anything no matter who except an idiot he was clever enough to
spot that of course that was all thinking of him and his mad crazy letters my
Precious one everything connected with your glorious Body everything
underlined that comes from it is a thing of beauty and of joy for ever something
he got out of some nonsensical book that he had me always at myself 4 or
5 times a day sometimes and I said I hadnt are you sure O yes I said I am
quite sure in a way that shut him up I knew what was coming next only
natural weakness it was he excited me I dont know how the first night ever
we met when I was living in Rehoboth terrace we stood staring at one another
for about 10 minutes as if we met somewhere I suppose on account of my
being jewess looking after my mother he used to amuse me the things he said
with the half sloothering smile on him and all the Doyles said he was going
to stand for a member of Parliament O wasnt I the born fool to believe all
his blather about home rule and the land league sending me that long strool
of a song out of the Huguenots to sing in French to be more classy O beau
pays de la Touraine that I never even sang once explaining and rigmaroling
about religion and persecution he wont let you enjoy anything naturally then
might he as a great favour the very ist opportunity he got a chance in Brighton
square running into my bedroom pretending the ink got on his hands to wash
it off with the Albion milk and sulphur soap I used to use and the gelatine still
round it O I laughed myself sick at him that day Id better not make an alnight
sitting on this affair they ought to make chambers a natural size so that a woman
could sit on it properly he kneels down to do it I suppose there isnt in all
creation another man with the habits he has look at the way hes sleeping at
the foot of the bed how can he without a hard bolster its well he doesnt kick
or he might knock out all my teeth breathing with his hand on his nose like
that Indian god he took me to show one wet Sunday in the museum in Kildare
street all yellow in a pinafore lying on his side on his hand with his ten toes
sticking out that he said was a bigger religion than the jews and Our Lords
both put together all over Asia imitating him as hes always imitating everybody
I suppose he used to sleep at the foot of the bed too with his big square feet
up in his wifes mouth damn this stinking thing anyway wheres this those napkins
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