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You remember fairly accurately all my errors, boasts, mistakes. How long shall I continue to close my eyes to disloyalty? Whetstone!

Bah!

Here's another for you. (He frowns.) The reason is because the fundamental and the dominant are separated by the greatest possible interval which…

Which? Finish. You can’t.

(With an effort.) Interval which. Is the greatest possible elipse. Consistent with. The ultimate return. The octave. Which.

Which?

(Abruptly.) What went forth to the ends of the world to traverse not itself. God, the sun, Shakespeare, a commercial traveller, having itself traversed in reality itselfitself, [sic] becomes that self. Wait a moment. Wait a second. Damn that fellow’s noise in the street. Self which it itself was ineluctably preconditioned to become. Ecco!

(With a mocking whinny of laughter grins at Bloom and Zoe Higgins.) What a learned speech, eh?

(Briskly.) God help your head, he knows more than you have forgotten.