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And if I were a priest? I hear Les singing, see John who glowers in folds of white. Red glass and candles. Reading. For sense. My summer vocation. A pupil of the book. Quotes Jeehyun, from Hardy: I am "Out of the frying pan, and into the fire." Gratis. Then be collared by the sun. Word made flesh. My skin and bones: pudentia. Le saucisson. Denuded, contretemps. Recreant. Regardless.

And the boys? La viande. They all add up. A litany. Father's tunic, habit. Pere's elan in toto. Be blessed, "You're in all." Not literal like the bed. But tutelage, if they'll hair. Them youth, then habitue. Lissome. In their cups, the boisterous vermicular. Till each will grow up and be fatter. Oh rex is gonne, the son of. Sooth. But Stephen eats his celery.