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Scene - Boudoir of eminent Irish sermonizer
(No. 8.) The E.I.S. studiously trying to mount
a Latin text on its pony. A number of books
nudging each other along shelves by the
lamp. Winkie in corner exhales faintest
possible odour of sanctity.
E.I.S. (scratching bald forehead with a puz-
zled air and a lead pencil) - "This is
too much for me. I have been plugging
Pearson all day and I'm dead tired.
The argument palls on me. It is one
more thing to be tired for at Christmas
"Oh hang!" (Lookig up wistfully at
map with railway double-tracked in
red ink to Dur'm.) That is the only
slangword I ever permit myself since
I left the road and took to the -- | Page_11Real Conversation
Scene- Boudoir of eminent Irish [sermoniger?]
([?]) The E.I.S. studiously trying to mount
a Latin text on its pony. A number of books
nudging each other along shelves by the
lamp. Winkie in corner exhales faintest
possible [dour?] of sanctity.
E.I.S. (scratching bald forehead with a puz-
zled air and a lead pencil) - "This is
too much for me. I have seen plugging
Pearson all day and I'm dead tired.
The argument palls on me. It is one
more thing to be tired [for?] at Christmas
"Oh [?]!" (Lookig up wistfully at
map with railway double-tracked in
red ink to [Wurim?].) That is the only
slangword I ever permit myself since
I left the road and took to the |
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