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—
Pièce
de
Shakespeare
,
don
’
t
you
know
.
It
’
s
so
French
.
The
French
point
of
view
.
Hamlet
ou
.
.
.
—
The
absentminded
beggar
,
Stephen
ended
.
John
Eglinton
laughed
.
—
Yes
,
I
suppose
it
would
be
,
he
said
.
Excellent
people
,
no
doubt
,
but
distressingly
shortsighted
in
some
matters
.
Sumptuous
and
stagnant
exaggeration
of
murder
.
—
A
deathsman
of
the
soul
Robert
Greene
called
him
,
Stephen
said
.
Not
for
nothing
was
he
a
butcher
’
s
son
,
wielding
the
sledded
poleaxe
and
spitting
in
his
palms
.
Nine
lives
are
taken
off
for
his
father
’
s
one
.
Our
Father
who
art
in
purgatory
.
Khaki
Hamlets
don
’
t
hesitate
to
shoot
.
The
bloodboltered
shambles
in
act
five
is
a
forecast
of
the
concentration
camp
sung
by
Mr
Swinburne
.
Cranly
,
I
his
mute
orderly
,
following
battles
from
afar
.
Whelps
and
dams
of
murderous
foes
whom
none
But
we
had
spared
.
.
.
Between
the
Saxon
smile
and
yankee
yawp
.
The
devil
and
the
deep
sea
.
