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The
Sacred
Heart
that
is
:
showing
it
.
Heart
on
his
sleeve
.
Ought
to
be
sideways
and
red
it
should
be
painted
like
a
real
heart
.
Ireland
was
dedicated
to
it
or
whatever
that
.
Seems
anything
but
pleased
.
Why
this
infliction
?
Would
birds
come
then
and
peck
like
the
boy
with
the
basket
of
fruit
but
he
said
no
because
they
ought
to
have
been
afraid
of
the
boy
.
Apollo
that
was
.
How
many
!
All
these
here
once
walked
round
Dublin
.
Faithful
departed
.
As
you
are
now
so
once
were
we
.
Besides
how
could
you
remember
everybody
?
Eyes
,
walk
,
voice
.
Well
,
the
voice
,
yes
:
gramophone
.
Have
a
gramophone
in
every
grave
or
keep
it
in
the
house
.
After
dinner
on
a
Sunday
.
Put
on
poor
old
greatgrandfather
.
Kraahraark
!
Hellohellohello
amawfullyglad
kraark
awfullygladaseeagain
hellohello
amawf
krpthsth
.
Remind
you
of
the
voice
like
the
photograph
reminds
you
of
the
face
.
Otherwise
you
couldn
’
t
remember
the
face
after
fifteen
years
,
say
.
For
instance
who
?
For
instance
some
fellow
that
died
when
I
was
in
Wisdom
Hely
’
s
.
Rtststr
!
A
rattle
of
pebbles
.
Wait
.
Stop
!
He
looked
down
intently
into
a
stone
crypt
.
Some
animal
.
Wait
.
There
he
goes
.
An
obese
grey
rat
toddled
along
the
side
of
the
crypt
,
moving
the
pebbles
.
An
old
stager
:
greatgrandfather
:
he
knows
the
ropes
.
The
grey
alive
crushed
itself
in
under
the
plinth
,
wriggled
itself
in
under
it
.
Good
hidingplace
for
treasure
.
Who
lives
there
?
Are
laid
the
remains
of
Robert
Emery
.
Robert
Emmet
was
buried
here
by
torchlight
,
wasn
’
t
he
?
Making
his
rounds
.
Tail
gone
now
.
One
of
those
chaps
would
make
short
work
of
a
fellow
.
Pick
the
bones
clean
no
matter
who
it
was
.
Ordinary
meat
for
them
.
A
corpse
is
meat
gone
bad
.
Well
and
what
’
s
cheese
?
Corpse
of
milk
.
I
read
in
that
Voyages
in
China
that
the
Chinese
say
a
white
man
smells
like
a
corpse
.
Cremation
better
.
Priests
dead
against
it
.
Devilling
for
the
other
firm
.
Wholesale
burners
and
Dutch
oven
dealers
.
Time
of
the
plague
.
Quicklime
feverpits
to
eat
them
.
Lethal
chamber
.
Ashes
to
ashes
.
Or
bury
at
sea
.
Where
is
that
Parsee
tower
of
silence
?
Eaten
by
birds
.
Earth
,
fire
,
water
.
Drowning
they
say
is
the
pleasantest
.
See
your
whole
life
in
a
flash
.
But
being
brought
back
to
life
no
.
Can
’
t
bury
in
the
air
however
.
Out
of
a
flying
machine
.
Wonder
does
the
news
go
about
whenever
a
fresh
one
is
let
down
.
Underground
communication
.
We
learned
that
from
them
.
Wouldn
’
t
be
surprised
.
Regular
square
feed
for
them
.
Flies
come
before
he
’
s
well
dead
.
Got
wind
of
Dignam
.
They
wouldn
’
t
care
about
the
smell
of
it
.
Saltwhite
crumbling
mush
of
corpse
:
smell
,
taste
like
raw
white
turnips
.
