  Why so desolate? And why multiply in phantasmagoria about fishes, what disgusts you? Could not all personal upheaval in the name of freedom, be tabood? Is it Nineveh and are you Jonah in the sweltering east wind of your wishes? I, myself have stood there by the aquarium, looking at the Statue of Liberty. Printed at the Pelican Press, 2 Carmelite Street, E.C. Transcriber’s Notes: Typographical errors have been silently corrected. |
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