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This reticence… Is a ghostly thing… It is not Wise Souls… But it may as well be… It is Old Souls… With a handle on the future… There can be no other explanation… As Jed once said… We should have been the first of our crew to get married… We weren’t… But would one now want to bring a soul… Into this?… Only when we’ve won… It was bad enough… Before… Now, it is intolerable… The Irish stuff sort of confirms there’s a lacunae in history… And if you follow the accepted version of the language shift in these isles too… If we can find a third correlative… We may very well have cracked it!
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There are some candidates… The Glastonbury stuff… For one… Remember… The Scions of Albion… Went missing for a number of centuries… And then resurfaced… There was a load of clutter around… And lots of kings and queens with similar sounding names… In the Bible… And in mythology… When this happens… It means they’ve made people up… The narrative must be followed… Irrespective of the truth… The buildings of the Fifteenth Century… Do at least take as long as you’d expect… Not so those of the Eighteenth Century… And all those photographs of the builders… Have proved fakes.
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Malc and Bob… Seemed entrenched… In an old psychology… What will Hog… And Sud… Be like… The same probably… Hope Hog brings the fanzine… If he’s still got it… It’s like archaeology… The Anglo Saxon sword hilt… Shouldn’t have such ornate symbolism… But it does… All you narrative… Constructors… Beware… The truth will always out… And then where will you be… All you bling… Lovers take note… The soul possesses… Not one mote… Of manufactured gold… It’s sort of reassuring… But probably much too late… To do anything about it… Now… Which is more than a pity…
France & Vincent 