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And
whines
and
twines
upon
the
wall
,
The
yellow
ivy
upon
the
wall
,
Ivy
,
ivy
up
the
wall
.
Did
anyone
ever
hear
such
drivel
?
Lord
Almighty
!
Who
ever
heard
of
ivy
whining
on
a
wall
?
Yellow
ivy
;
that
was
all
right
.
Yellow
ivory
also
.
And
what
about
ivory
ivy
?
The
word
now
shone
in
his
brain
,
clearer
and
brighter
than
any
ivory
sawn
from
the
mottled
tusks
of
elephants
.
IVORY
,
IVOIRE
,
AVORIO
,
EBUR
.
One
of
the
first
examples
that
he
had
learnt
in
Latin
had
run
:
INDIA
MITTIT
EBUR
;
and
he
recalled
the
shrewd
northern
face
of
the
rector
who
had
taught
him
to
construe
the
Metamorphoses
of
Ovid
in
a
courtly
English
,
made
whimsical
by
the
mention
of
porkers
and
potsherds
and
chines
of
bacon
.
He
had
learnt
what
little
he
knew
of
the
laws
of
Latin
verse
from
a
ragged
book
written
by
a
Portuguese
priest
.
Contrahit
orator
,
variant
in
carmine
vates
.
The
crises
and
victories
and
secessions
in
Roman
history
were
handed
on
to
him
in
the
trite
words
IN
TANTO
DISCRIMINE
and
he
had
tried
to
peer
into
the
social
life
of
the
city
of
cities
through
the
words
IMPLERE
OLLAM
DENARIORUM
which
the
rector
had
rendered
sonorously
as
the
filling
of
a
pot
with
denaries
.
The
pages
of
his
time-worn
Horace
never
felt
cold
to
the
touch
even
when
his
own
fingers
were
cold
;
they
were
human
pages
and
fifty
years
before
they
had
been
turned
by
the
human
fingers
of
John
Duncan
Inverarity
and
by
his
brother
,
William
Malcolm
Inverarity
.
Yes
,
those
were
noble
names
on
the
dusky
flyleaf
and
,
even
for
so
poor
a
Latinist
as
he
,
the
dusky
verses
were
as
fragrant
as
though
they
had
lain
all
those
years
in
myrtle
and
lavender
and
vervain
;
but
yet
it
wounded
him
to
think
that
he
would
never
be
but
a
shy
guest
at
the
feast
of
the
world
's
culture
and
that
the
monkish
learning
,
in
terms
of
which
he
was
striving
to
forge
out
an
esthetic
philosophy
,
was
held
no
higher
by
the
age
he
lived
in
than
the
subtle
and
curious
jargons
of
heraldry
and
falconry
.
The
grey
block
of
Trinity
on
his
left
,
set
heavily
in
the
city
's
ignorance
like
a
dull
stone
set
in
a
cumbrous
ring
,
pulled
his
mind
downward
and
while
he
was
striving
this
way
and
that
to
free
his
feet
from
the
fetters
of
the
reformed
conscience
he
came
upon
the
droll
statue
of
the
national
poet
of
Ireland
.
He
looked
at
it
without
anger
;
for
,
though
sloth
of
the
body
and
of
the
soul
crept
over
it
like
unseen
vermin
,
over
the
shuffling
feet
and
up
the
folds
of
the
cloak
and
around
the
servile
head
,
it
seemed
humbly
conscious
of
its
indignity
.
It
was
a
Firbolg
in
the
borrowed
cloak
of
a
Milesian
;
and
he
thought
of
his
friend
Davin
,
the
peasant
student
.
