MS-UoR-1477-7

[0050] perhaps fear of ejection having clearly no business in the place
to say nothing of the loathsome appearance so this look round for
once at your fellow bastards thanking God for once bad and all as
you were you were not as they till it dawned that fi^or all the
loathing you were getg^ting you might as well not have been thereca
there at all the eyes passing over you and through you like so much
thin air was that the time or was that another time another place
another time

[0051] the glider passing over the same never any change same blue skies
nothing ever changed but she with you there or not on your right
hand always the right hand on thef fringe of the field and every
now and then in the great peace like a whisper so faint she loved
you hard to believe you even you made up that bit till the time
came in the end

[0052] making it all up on the doorstep as you went along making yourself
all up again for the millionth time forgetting it all where you
were and what for Foley's Folly and the lot the child's ruin you
came to look was it still there to hide in again till it was night
and time to go till that time came

[0053] the Library that was another another place another time that time
you slipped in off the street out of the cold and rain when no
one was looking what was it then you were never the same after
never again after something to do with dust something the dust
said sitting at the big round table with a bevy of old ones poring
on the page and not a sound

[0054] that time in the end when you tried and couldn't by the window
in the dark and the owl flown to hoot at someone else or back
with a shrew to its hollow tree and not another sound hour after
hour not a sound when you tried and tried and couldn't any more
no words left to keep it out so gave up there by the window in
the dark or moon:^light and not a sound not another sound gave up
for good and let it in and nothing the worse a great shroud bil-
lowing in all over you on top of you and little or nothing the
worse little or nothing

[0055] back down to the wharf with the nightbag and the old green greatcoat
your father left you trailing the ground and the white hair pouring out
down from under the hat till that time ca!^me on down neither right
nor left not a thought in your head only get back on board and away
to hell out of it and never come back or was that another time
all that another ti!^me was there ever any other time but that away
to hell out of it all and never come back

[0056] not a sound only the old breath and the leaves turning and then
this dust wj^hole place suddenly full of dust when you opened your
eyes from floor to ceiling nothing only dust and not a sound only
what was it it said come and gone was that it something like that
come and gone come and gone no one come and gone in no time gone
in to time