the last WARNING PIECE at the dreadfull day of THE MARVELLOUS
Friday 17 October 2008
The shrouded dead do not sit idly by
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A few years ago I saw an elderly woman wrapped in such a 'shroud' during wet weather. She was asleep on the ground, not far from the covered patio of a bustling cafe, while raindrops flooded the sidewalk beneath her. A sad juxtaposition to be sure.
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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A few years ago I saw an elderly woman wrapped in such a 'shroud' during wet weather. She was asleep on the ground, not far from the covered patio of a bustling cafe, while raindrops flooded the sidewalk beneath her. A sad juxtaposition to be sure.
-Shibek
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