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210 now try to put our finger on Ali Baba he eludes the touch; when we try to lay him he starts up gibbering at Oabul, Lahore, or elsewhere. Perhaps it would be easier to imprison him in morocco boards and allow him to be blown with restless violence round about the pendant world, abandoned to critics: whom our lawless and uncertain thoughts imagine howling.