the last WARNING PIECE at the dreadfull day of THE MARVELLOUS
Wednesday, 19 September 2007
Captain Jowls rides to the rescue
Guardian readers swoon with gratitude, art critics are triumphantly vanquished, and the world is safe once again (as long as you don't read the news pages).
Go up to London, to London, that great City, write, write, write. And behold I writ, and lo a hand was sent to me, and a roll of book was therein, which this fleshly hand would have put wings to, before the time. Whereupon it was snatcht out of my hand, & the Roll thrust into my mouth, and I eat it up, and filled my bowels with it, where it was as bitter as worm-wood; and it lay broiling, and burning in my stomack, till I brought it forth in this forme.
And now I send it flying to thee, with my heart, And all.
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