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           Wewereneverloyaltothesuccessful.Weservethem.IteachtheblatantLatinlanguage.Ispeakthetongueofaracetheacmeofwhosementalityisthemaxim:timeismoney.Materialdomination.Dominus!Lord!Whereisthespirituality?LordJesus?LordSalisbury?Asofainawestendclub.ButtheGreek!

           KYRIEELEISON!

           Asmileoflightbrightenedhisdarkrimmedeyes,lengthenedhislonglips.

           —TheGreek!hesaidagain.Kyrios!Shiningword!ThevowelstheSemiteandtheSaxonknownot.Kyrie!Theradianceoftheintellect.IoughttoprofessGreek,thelanguageofthemind.Kyrieeleison!Theclosetmakerandthecloacamakerwillneverbelordsofourspirit.WeareliegesubjectsofthecatholicchivalryofEuropethatfounderedatTrafalgarandoftheempireofthespirit,notanimperium,thatwentunderwiththeAthenianfleetsatAegospotami.Yes,yes.Theywentunder.Pyrrhus,misledbyanoracle,madealastattempttoretrievethefortunesofGreece.Loyaltoalostcause.

           Hestrodeawayfromthemtowardsthewindow.

           —Theywentforthtobattle,MrO’MaddenBurkesaidgreyly,buttheyalwaysfell.

           —Boohoo!Lenehanweptwithalittlenoise.Owingtoabrickreceivedinthelatterhalfofthematinée.Poor,poor,poorPyrrhus!

           HewhisperedthennearStephen’sear:

           LENEHAN’SLIMERICK

           —There’saponderouspunditMacHugh

           Whowearsgogglesofebonyhue.

           Ashemostlyseesdouble

           Towearthemwhytrouble?

           Ican’tseetheJoeMiller.Canyou?

           InmourningforSallust,Mulligansays.Whosemotherisbeastlydead.

           MylesCrawfordcrammedthesheetsintoasidepocket.

           —That’llbeallright,hesaid.