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306 306 THE FIRST MORRIS by a crew of dank disciples, dressed regardless — and trailed through the meadows of a laughter-loving world, to the accompaniment of rapt murmurs of his name. It is the choicest retribution. Hearty lover of solidity, of colours hot and strong, hearty hater of all subtleties and semitones, he came to be worshipped by the folk he most abhorred ; and in a dim, green twilight, a numb anaemic purgatory, his memory had to sit listening to their praise. . . . And so we can end with honest laughter after all. PrimiticB : Essays in English Literature by students of the University of Liverpool, 1912,