Fair copy, August 1927, I.6§2 draft level 1

MS British Library 47473 170-173 Draft details

I.6§2 (FW 150.15 - 152.03)
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Professor Levis-Brueller (though,º as I shall promptly prove,º his whole account of the Sennacherib as distinct from the Shalmaneserº sanitationalº reforms and of the Mr Shekelsº and Dr Hydes problem in the same connection differs toto coelo from the fruit of my own investigations — though the reason I went to Jericho must remain for certain reasons a political secret — as being |1again1| hopelessly vitiated by what I have now resolved to call the dime and cash diamond fallacy) in his talked off confession which recently met with such a leonine uproar on its escape after its confinement,º Why am I not born like a Gentileman and why I amº now so speakable about my own eatables (Feigenbaumblatt and Father, Judapest, 5688, A.M.),º wholeheartedlyº takes off his gabbercoat and wig, honest fellow,º in his public interest, to make us see how,º |1though,1| as he says,º “by Allswill”,º the inception and the descent and the endswell of Man is temporarilyº wrapped in obscenity. Lookingº through at these accidents with the faroscope of television (this nightlife instrument needs still some subtractional betterment in the readjustment of the more refrangible angles to the squeals of his hypothesis on the outer tin sides)º I can easily believe heartily in my own most spacious immensity
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as my ownhouse and microbemost cosm when I am reassured by ratio that the cube of my volumes is to the surfaces of their subjects as theº sphericity of these globes (I am very pressing for a parliamentary motion which, under my guidance, would establish the deleteriousness of decorousness in the morbidisation of the modern mandaboutwoman type) is to the feracity of Fairynelly's vacuum. I need not anthropologiseº for any obintentional (I must here correct all that school of neoitalian or paleoparisien schola of tinkers and spenglers who say I'm wrong |1parceqeueº1| I want to be) downtrodding on my foes,º Professor Levis-Brueller finds, because the number of squeer faiths in weaklyº circulation will not be appreciably augmendedº by the nethersloggingº of my cupolar clods. What the romantic in rags pines after and what heº importunes our Mitleid for is the poorest waste of time. His everpresent toes are always out throughº his overpast boots. Hear him squeakº! When Mullocky won the couple of colds, when we were stripping in number three, I would drain the neat drop that would malt in my mouth but I
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fail to see when.º (I am purposely refraining from expounding the obvious fallacy as to the specific gravitates of the two liquids implied thoughº students of mixed hydrostatics and pneumodipsics will after some difficulties grapple away with my meinungs.)º But, on Professor Levis-Brueller Ph.Dr'sº showings, the plea, if he pleads, is all posh and rabbageº on a melodeontic scale since his man's when is no otherman's quandomº (mine, dank you!)º while (forº aught I care for the contrary?)º the all is where in love as war and
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the plane where me arts soar you'd aisy rouse a thunder from and where I cling true 'tisº there I climb tree and where Innocent looks best (pick!) there's holly in his ives.