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1904 · PDF PAGE 3

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…..................108 Hamlet, SHAKESPEARE. 7. All the world’s a brothel .............................110 As you like it, SHAKESPEARE. 8. Home thoughts, from abroad .....................111 Home thoughts from abroad, BROWNING. 9. One way of love..........................................112 One way of love, BROWNING. 10. Outside the Spanish Cloister, (Ode to A.W.P. Esq.)...............................113 Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister, BROWNING.

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1904 · PDF PAGE 59

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

THE ARCHBISHOPS’S SONG I nicked her suck-and-swallow, Her intercrural trench, Her home-sweet-home, her hollow, Her little shop of stench. I knocked her up the mustard-pot ; I swivelled her in the socket ; I stirred her creamy custard-pot With my rampageous rocket. I jumbled up her harbour ; I climbed her Jacob’s ladder : I slept inside her arbour ; I stung her with my adder. I larded her factotum : I fucked her breadwinner ; My thrysus and its scrotum Gave her starch pie for dinner. Her Mary-Jane I mashed, Her little sister jiggled ; Her sack o…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 86

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…le) and meant to spin with the artificial dodo for a bit before giving up the water as hopelessly over-fished. He had better have stayed home, though, and kept a sharp look-out with the gaff for the serpent. This is what happened in his absence. Eve had done her day’s work, and was sprawl- ing in the sun with her tailor-made fur-lined dress within easy reach (fig-leaves, in the daytime, had entirely gone out, and were now only worn for eve- ning dress), and meditating on the curious events of the past evening. “ Silly thing that of Adam’s,” she…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 14

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… much of a welcome there. Without intention to wound, he was yet hurt — the arrows of wit shot over his head, and he could never feel at home. I am perhaps the one exception. Without a ghost of talent, even in my own profession — medicine — I had no claim whatever to the hospi- tality of the Dog. But being perfectly unobtrusive, I dare say I was easy to tolerate, perhaps even of the same value as a background is to a picture, a mere patch of neutral colour, yet serving to harmonize the whole. Certainly nothing but my silence saved me. The remar…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 109

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

HOME THOUGHTS, FROM ABROAD O to be in Clara, Now her monthly’s there ! And whoever spends in Clara, Finds some morning unaware That the tip of his prick in its brushwood nest Is red and inflamed and — you guess the rest ! At least he is sorry he sped the plough In Clara — now. And after chordee, when gleet follows, And zinc he injects and santal swallows ! Hark, where his twisted love-plant pees in jerks The mucus-laden urine of the lover, Wakes the gross hufflahs, scares the scampering quirks ! That’s the small stricture, makes you piss twice …

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1904 · PDF PAGE 93

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…g up a hoary harlot Who blushed quite scarlet At such immodest words addressed to her, Yet did not blush to ask five pounds, He took her home, and there confessed to her His admiration knew no bounds. And she agreed (vide the sequel) His power was equal. All night he kept his engine going Much to the lady’s satisfaction, Till in the morning, by her showing, His total (after due subtraction Of income-tax) was found in fine Eleven thousand and eighty nine ! Still, as through years the solid rocks stand, No weakness did this hero show. He still po…

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…ho took my first spunkings as I told you in Chapter III, used to see a great deal of the business when she was first brought up from her home by the Nyanza to serve the vices of George G....n at Khartoum. She had seen Mesrur, the famous eunuch of the Mahdi, violate the hairless cunnies of sixty virgins without losing erection. She had been present when Zuleika, the Queen of the Sudan, as they called her, undertook (to suck off, and swallow the spend of) fifty-seven men in the first hour, and sev- enty-two in the second, when she had got into he…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 88

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…is coils from her breast. “ Don’t you love me ? ” “ I will teach you a love your Adam does not dream of ! ” And his head sought the dark home of her desire, while he pressed in her red lips the most tender part of his eager body. She entered into his desires and abandoned herself to the new vice with rapture. Again and again she deluged him with love-drops, and the warm odour of their [88]

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…tutes in an obscure drinking-cellar in Belleville, the most dangerous quarter of Paris, not as a comrade, but as a missionary. He was at home in the most ex- alted social circles, and it is a well-known fact that many persons of importance relied on his subtle intuition and keen vision to resolve political diffi- culties which baffled their less fertile brains. Sought after by rich and poor for his personal beauty, he yielded to none, save a single boat- captain on a Seine steamer, to whom he continued faithful until his marriage. But the devot…

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…er into the cab with but little assistance from me, and, giving a brief excuse — and a louis — to the constable who ran up, we drove off home. He revived her with a million kisses and endearments — rather embar- rassing for a third party — and when her eyes opened and she saw his boyish face she had only one word — “ It isn’t true then ? Oh my God, it isn’t true ? ” — And fell to murmuring his name with every accent of infinite love and tenderness. At his house my astonishment was ten- fold. Ready and waiting for us were hot drinks of every kin…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 15

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

…at in the Avenue Matignon ; I was myself living not far away, and about ten o’clock we left the Dog, and he suggested that I should walk home with him. Near the Place St. Michel, however, he sud- denly hailed a closed cab — it was the depth of winter — and motioned me to enter. I was exceed- ingly surprised, for he was fond of walking, and hated travelling in any kind of vehicle. Near the Pont-Neuf he stopped the cab, removed his great blue cloak and coat (an elaborate tunic trimmed with ermine, for he was an eccentric in costume to the point o…

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1904 · PDF PAGE 62

Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… will assuredly cut it off if you do not so remove it, and that bloody quick ! I don’t want to wait here all day : I’ve a button-hole at home that needs my nosegay. Not so frigging fast, mister, if you please ! I retorted : there are two sides to every argument. Cut it off, if you can ! He instantly raised his sword, and directed a furious blow at the root of my aspersing-tool. The weapon broke. No ! I am not boasting of the hardness of my tenant-in-tail : I would recall to your memory the scientific fact (see the researches of Herbert Jackson)…

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Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

… slight a cir- cumstance ! But I assure you — nay ! I swear it to you upon this holy Relic ! (He produced a piece of the True Touchher — home, with the Magdalene’s clap-juice sticking to it still, and reverently kissed it) — That there was not one ounce of that body of love that could reasonably be firky-toodled any more. As long as anything that could be called Viscosity was inherent in the mass, I jounced it like a man. But this soon ceased : I reluctantly withdrew. Yet such was my love for my darling that I buggered a hole clean through his …

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