The Equinox (Volume I, Number VI)

THE EQUINOX “Well, then, I send you packing. Go and pack, dolt! Packl Trunks, portmanteaux, bags, boxes, and for the Lord’s sake pack some brains! Take the girl to Jericho or Johannesburg, and get some sense, and triplets, if you can! “ ”Twiddle so—Being! Twiddle st)—Form! Balance them, cheatinggrocerl Nation of shopkeepers] Twiddlel Twiddlel Twiddlel Isn’t the Balance in the Babe? Teach her to understand children !" The Brother paused to re-light his pipe, thrusting the bowl into the glowing carbon of the grate. “To understand children? It is hard. But we love children, sir." “And what the devil is the difference between love and understanding? If you have one, you have the other. Oh, twiddle, twiddle l—You can send me one of those rotten paper knives from Jericho, added the adept more peaceably. With the rotten Sephardi pointing—blasphemers! And here! don’t you blaspheme, youngfeller my lad. You’ve got a good woman: make the most of her." " A great woman, perhaps.” “A good woman. In the next siege of Paris I hope I shall not have to boil your head; I prefer thick soup. A good woman. A sister of the Silver Star, my good goat] ” "I do not understand, master I ” “You never will, I think. Ο generation of vipers! Ο prosy princoxl Ο coxcomb of Kafoozelum I " ”I beg your pardon, sirl You know she failed in the abyss?" “ I? You? This is intolerable. Give me mere Hafiz! Here, thickheadl she was your mistress, I suppose? Most women in Paris seem to be.” 146