MD farewell embarkation 124,125

[Alex Colter]

Dammit I cannot find my copy of M&D to properly consult the Context of this
passage... it often does this, become a pain really, you can see it flying
Butterfly-Like flapping it's cover whilst the pages below oscillate like a
sea-creature down the Suburban streets, communicating with the local Dogs
in languages best left unremembered, instructing them upon the differences
in War-Time and Peace-Time Bark-Modulation... or perhaps revealing to them
the proper method of Olfactory Apprehension of any Spirits that may wander
past... goes limp like just-another-Book whenever a Human passes by,
nothing-to-see-here-folks, usually beneath foliage that well accompanies
its thickness...

Where was I...
Ah, foreshadowing the Passage, or Anti-Passage, soon to take place upon the
Purgatorial Isle... the madness present there of dwelling atop a Living
Creature whose history includes Violent Eruption, hey?
Jere somehow is able to mind the Clock throughout the preparations for and
the Transit is self, as Mason in America recalls, despite growing "so
abstracted" with the excessive use of Dagga as learned from the Natives.
I believe this is after Mason tells Dixon about his Wife, the story about
the Great Cheese that would surely have taken his life if not for the Grace
of a watchful Maiden soon-to-be Mrs. Mason.

On Tue, May 22, 2012 at 4:53 PM, Madeleine Maudlin <
madeleinemaudlin at gmail.com> wrote:

> "Thankee, Dixon. Always useful, talking things over. Well. Convey my warm
> sentiments to any there who may yet feel such for me."
> "Thah' won't take long."
> "Mind y'self, Jere. Mind the Clock."
> "See thee at Christmastide, Charlie." ...
> Mason nods, gazing past the little Harbor, out to Sea. None of his
> business where Maskelyne goes, or comes,--God let it remain so.  The Stars
> wheel into the blackness of the broken steep hills guarding the Mouth of
> the Valley.  Fog begins to stir against the Day swelling near.  Among the
> whiten'd Rock Walls of the Houses seethes a great Whisper of living Voice.
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