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Fabled
by
the
daughters
of
memory
.
And
yet
it
was
in
some
way
if
not
as
memory
fabled
it
.
A
phrase
,
then
,
of
impatience
,
thud
of
Blake
’
s
wings
of
excess
.
I
hear
the
ruin
of
all
space
,
shattered
glass
and
toppling
masonry
,
and
time
one
livid
final
flame
.
What
’
s
left
us
then
?
—
I
forget
the
place
,
sir
.
279
B
.
C
.
—
Asculum
,
Stephen
said
,
glancing
at
the
name
and
date
in
the
gorescarred
book
.
—
Yes
,
sir
.
And
he
said
:
Another
victory
like
that
and
we
are
done
for
.
That
phrase
the
world
had
remembered
.
A
dull
ease
of
the
mind
.
From
a
hill
above
a
corpsestrewn
plain
a
general
speaking
to
his
officers
,
leaned
upon
his
spear
.
Any
general
to
any
officers
.
They
lend
ear
.
—
You
,
Armstrong
,
Stephen
said
.
What
was
the
end
of
Pyrrhus
?
—
End
of
Pyrrhus
,
sir
?
—
I
know
,
sir
.
Ask
me
,
sir
,
Comyn
said
.
—
Wait
.
You
,
Armstrong
.
Do
you
know
anything
about
Pyrrhus
?
A
bag
of
figrolls
lay
snugly
in
Armstrong
’
s
satchel
.
He
curled
them
between
his
palms
at
whiles
and
swallowed
them
softly
.
Crumbs
adhered
to
the
tissue
of
his
lips
.
A
sweetened
boy
’
s
breath
.
Welloff
people
,
proud
that
their
eldest
son
was
in
the
navy
.
Vico
Road
,
Dalkey
.
