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Chapter One: April Fool’s Day (Continued)
Previously: Searching for “something,” the Fool flew to England.
The train came.
And I went.
All things are wearisome;
man is not able to tell.
The eye is not satisfied with seeing,
nor the ear filled with hearing.
All things are wearisome.
…man is not able to–
I walked out into the slick, cobbly, wayward night,
walking—pad, pad, pad, pad,
past stone lions and bookshelf chimneys.
Walking—pad, pad, pad, pad.
Oh, it’s grey and it’s cold, and the living world
has gone beneath the ground
or found a little ball of sleep
to chase down the quiet corridor of night.
Walking–pad, pad, pad, pad,
pad, pad, pad, pad
There, that hotel. I’ll stay there and call it,
“Home for the night,”
and send all my postcards from there, saying,
Chippy-toothed, mustachioed, little,
pudgy little Mrs. Hussey gave me the key
after looking out the window at me
for ten minutes,
while I tried not to look like I was
looking at her
looking at me.
She gave me the key
and I was
at any rate.
I paid and climbed the
a maze of
crazy balls of
Past doors and
Wait, there’s my door
with its own little
With its own little
All things are wearisome…
The eye is not filled with…
Where am I?
Who am I?
All things are wearisome,
man is not able to…
Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick…
And then suddenly a voice:
“Come unto me!”
Forever passed again.
But then I fell
and was feathered like a sloop
upon the ocean’s back,
and draped upon the limbs
of laughing, earthy, willowed hills,
a child of fortune,
an emerald sleeve,
with my shining, glancing armour
and my velveteen ducky-down steed.
for an hour or two.
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