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422 with meanings puzzles one. Humming-
 * bug, the candles are not wired for electricity.

Small dog, going over the lawn, nipping the linen and saying

that you have a badger—remember Xenophon;
 * only the most rudimentary sort of behaviour is necessary

to put us on the scent; a "right good
 * salvo of barks," a few "strong wrinkles" puckering the

skin between the ears, are all we ask.

with its baby rivers and little towns, each with its abbey or its cathedral;
 * with voices—one voice perhaps, echoing through the

transept—the criterion of suitability and convenience; and Italy with its equal
 * shores—contriving an epicureanism from which the grossness

has been

extracted: and Greece with its goats and its gourds, the nest of modified illusions: and France, the “‘chrysalis of the nocturnal butterfly’”” in whose products, mystery of construction diverts one from what was originally one’s object—substance at the core: and the East with its snails, its emotional

shorthand and jade cockroaches, its rock crystal and its imperturbability, all of museum quality: and America where there is the little old ramshackle victoria in the south, where cigars are smoked on the street in the north; where there are no proof-readers, no silk- worms, no digressions ; the wild man’s land; grass-less, links-less, language-less country— in which letters are written not in Spanish, not in Greek, not in Latin, not in shorthand