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for Thomas Green Bethune Thar he blows! Plus, tusks crushed into grins, grins host to, guest of, impish Nature, her fort/da “jewels” glassified behind blank opposable pupils—Ahabit perfected (“perhaps memory”) by/for the dicey Veil. Auto-didact/-dialectics staged in rent-to-rent “crowded houses,” asea to har-har- poon Terrible Tom’s tom-tom stutter—VAC  C . Gone but for “language, music, imitation and perhaps memory.” Owns no umbrella to forget to splay open like a bucket. Can’t cast down, can’t go singin’ in the there.