MDDM: ch.70: T-t-t-t-tox?

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"Later on their bones were fished up again and made
into charcoal, and charcoal into ink, which Angelo,
having a dark sense of humor, used in all his subsequent
communications with Faggio, the present document
included" [CL49, Perrenial Lbrary, H&R, p.74]


    No hallowed skein of stars can ward, I trow,
    Who's once been set his tryst with Trystero.

cf, MD 684.25

"I am quite undeluded," the Forest Dithyrambist replies...

    ' 'Tis only by the Grace that some call Luck
    That anyone can quite escape the Muck.-
    As e'er 'mongst Wax, and Wigs, and Printer's Ink
    Seepeth the creeping sly Suborner's Stink.-'

and,

"At the same time, he smoaks that the Learned English D.- or
Fang, as he now apparently wishes to be known,- in introducing
them thus, is pursuing an entirely personal End. 

    'Angelo said there'd be a Package for me?'
    'Quotha! Am I the Evening Coach'

"The two rummage about in the Shadows." [25.26]

and [GR, 526.22]

    "What's the deal?"
    "A minor piracy, Pick up one package for me
    while I cover you."


again, MD 685.26

    Mason can think of no way to ask the obvious Question,
    as he did of the Learned Dog, and has been reluctant to
    of the Frenchman's Duck. Now, withal, Time for this grows
    short.

once more, MD 683.34

    ...in a Cycle belonging to some Engine whose higher
    Assembly and Indeed Purpose, they are never, except
    for infrequent Glimpses, quite able to make out.