Croydon of Croydon stole a box of lace from Puerto Del Rosario, the sole proprietor of the Canarias Lace and Glove Co. Croydon (of Croydon) acquired a fancy for women’s gloves and lace from his da, who fancied whores and Cutters’ Gin. Pinchbeck, his ear pressed against the storefront window, listened, ‘…I say then…’ continued Rancho, ‘…that in a village of Estremadura there was a goat-shepherd--that is to say, one who tended goats--which shepherd or goatherd, as my story goes, was called Lope Ruiz, and this Lope Ruiz was in love with a shepherdess called Torralva, which shepherdess called Torralva was the daughter of a rich brazier, and this rich glazier…’.
Pinchbeck stood in front of the Seder grocer’s waiting for Croydon; both men there to meet Dejesus who had news of the missing whores’ glove. Pinchbeck stood in front of the storefront window for 27½ minutes, then tiring of waiting left, never to be seen or heard from again. Croydon, arriving ½ minute later and finding Pinchbeck gone shook his head in disgust, the sound of shattering glass and nagging voices filling the air with slapdash. Fionnbharr Goodbody, his two sons Finbar and Colm, Croydon and Pinchbeck left as they had come, the world having changed little for their being in it.
Chimbote, Ancash, Drogheda and Louth are somewhere other than here. There are other places other than here, meaningless unthinkable places, where Fionnbharr Goodbody’s, his two sons Finbar and Colm, Croydon’s and Pinchbeck’s live, but they are of no interest to us, not now, not this moment. Marta Béarnaise, great-grand daughter of Arthur Schlomo, repatriated with her family after the Taking of Versailles, never leaves the warmth and comfort of her two-room bedsit. She lives with three cats, Severnia, Santander and Cantabria, and a blue Mole salamander. Arthur Schlomo’s great-grand daughter has never met Chimbote, Ancash, Drogheda and Louth, nor has she ever seen a dogman up close; such is the quail of her life. …never shall she experience the wonder, ever. ‘…these are the thoughts of a man toeing the edge…’ thought Dejesus, ‘…never to be seen or spoken to again…’.
Pinchbeck stood in front of the Seder grocer’s waiting for Croydon; both men there to meet Dejesus who had news of the missing whores’ glove. Pinchbeck stood in front of the storefront window for 27½ minutes, then tiring of waiting left, never to be seen or heard from again. Croydon, arriving ½ minute later and finding Pinchbeck gone shook his head in disgust, the sound of shattering glass and nagging voices filling the air with slapdash. Fionnbharr Goodbody, his two sons Finbar and Colm, Croydon and Pinchbeck left as they had come, the world having changed little for their being in it.
Chimbote, Ancash, Drogheda and Louth are somewhere other than here. There are other places other than here, meaningless unthinkable places, where Fionnbharr Goodbody’s, his two sons Finbar and Colm, Croydon’s and Pinchbeck’s live, but they are of no interest to us, not now, not this moment. Marta Béarnaise, great-grand daughter of Arthur Schlomo, repatriated with her family after the Taking of Versailles, never leaves the warmth and comfort of her two-room bedsit. She lives with three cats, Severnia, Santander and Cantabria, and a blue Mole salamander. Arthur Schlomo’s great-grand daughter has never met Chimbote, Ancash, Drogheda and Louth, nor has she ever seen a dogman up close; such is the quail of her life. …never shall she experience the wonder, ever. ‘…these are the thoughts of a man toeing the edge…’ thought Dejesus, ‘…never to be seen or spoken to again…’.
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