1st draft, February 1938, IV§1 draft level 0

MS British Library 47488 2-7 Draft details

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Callingº all dawns. Calling all dawnsº to |aday daynea|. Eireweckerº to the |awhole wohlda| bludyn world. O rally, O rally, O rally! Sonne feine, somme foehnº avaunt! Guld modning, have yous viewsed Piers' aube? Thane yaars agon we have used yoors up since when we have fused now orther. Calling all daynes. Calling all daynes to down. The old breeding broadstedº culminwie culminwillth of natures to Foyn MacHooligan. The leader, the leader! Securest jubilends albas Temoram. Quake up, dim dusky, wake doom for husky! Genghisº is ghoon for you.

The eversower of the |aseeds ofa| light to |aowl your sowls the cowld owld sowlsa| that are in the domnatory of Defmut after the night of the carrying of the word of Nuahs and the night of making Mehs to cuddleº up in a coddlepot, |aPu Nuseht,a| lord of risings in the yonderworld, tohp triumphant, speaketh.
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Scatter fire to blank of the sky. |aKilt by kelt shallº kithagain with kinagain.a| The spearpoint of dawnlight touches the tablestone in the centre of the circle of the macroliths. |a|bGreat |cgreyc| ghostly gossips growing grubber in the glow.b| It's a long long ray to Eruland's premier. Come lead, crom lech!a| We |aseem toa| understand |afrom vellumtomes muniment a| |xamong horsehows, chariotcairns and etceterogenious bargain boatbarrowsº, on, over and under,x| how |arecent the muddena| research has gone to |aprove show provea| that |awhile aa| successive generation has been. |aInº the deep deep deeps of Deepereras.a| Buried hearts. Rest here.

Conk a |adook'll dook he'lla| doo.

The child, a natural child, was kidnapped at an age of recent probably, possibly remoter;º behold, he returns;º no puler as of old but |aasa| of young a paladin;º sure, straight, slim, sturdy, serene, synthetical, swift.º

You mean to see we have been hadding a sound night's sleep?º It is just, it is just about to, it is just about to rolywholyover. Why? Because there are two signs to turn to, the yest and the ist, the wright side and the wronged side, feeling aslip and wauking up, so on, so forth. Why? |aOn the |bsourdside sourdsiteb| we have the Moskiosk Djinnpalastº with its twin adjacencies,º the |bschola bathhouseºb| and the bazaar, |ballahallaballah allahallahallahb|, and on the spontlesiteº it is the Alcovanº and the rosegarden, boony noughty. Why? One's apurr apuss story about brid and |bbreakfaiths breakfedesb| and |bkooshkoosh coushcoushºb| but others is of tholes and outwornº beings, doings and chafferings in heat, contest and enmity. Why? Every talk has his stay and all-a-dreams at last are through. Why? Why?a| It'sº a sot of a systm swigswag, |asystemy dystemy systomy dystomya|, which everybodyº you ever anywhere at all doze. Why? Such me.

And howpsadrowsay.

A shaft of shivery in the act. Cold's sleuthº! Where did thots come from? It is infinitesimally fevers, resty fever, risy fever, a coranto of aria, |asleeperawakening asleeperawakeningºa|, in the smalls of our one's back presentiment, gip, and again,º geip, a flash from a future throughº the window of windr of wondr is a weltr is a world.


|aIt is perfect |bblank degreesb| excelsius. Cloud lay but mackrelº are. Anemone activescent. Theº torporature is returning to mornal. Humid nature is feeling itself freely at ease with the all fresco. Itº was a long, very long, a dark, very dark, an allbutº unend, scarce endurable night. Diu!a|

|aThanks,º Thomas.a|

There is something supernoctualº about whatever you called |ahima| it. Mildew, murk, leak and jurn |ajarn yarna| now want the bad that they lied on. And the fourº last words in camparative accoustomology are going to tell stretch of a fancy where he gets up. Allay for allay, a threat for a throat.


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