Enclosure – Sentence Game

Any sepulcher requires constant refuelling of its duly emptied but slightly, nevertheless, soiled – what may be with genuine accuracy miscalled, perhaps, unsightly detritus – ×××× or sorry ××××, whereas no sepulchre becomes in such degree empty of associations, owing to filial or pre-natal success in achieving the cause of whereby all illustrious figures corrupt their realities and vanish, withered yet alive hypothetically that it requires ministrations characteristically devoted to domestic resuscitation yet still abstract and only half sincere.1
If those things which now you hear told of men are of[RG] soon lost in night, noise, scorn or jest, why, dark must be faith when you hear things grow queer — though of small use to books, ×××× [crossed out] ××××, God, be your faith.2
×××× [crossed out]
Whether we all decide to believe the ×××× [crossed out] description[RG] given by our self constituted lying mentors or eye witnesses of conditions in territories subject to democratic criticism, or decide to investigate from inside all appearance of doubtful suggestions, whichever disgust pre-[RG] dominates most[RG] in[RG] ×××× [indecipherable] prophecy[RG], let us accept unswervingly the main conclusions implied in thoughts undoubtedly cooperative in approaching the future, no matter what anyone may individually propound from reading lying accounts he has no business to read3

Editorial Notes

1this passage handwritten in pencil by someone other than RG; LR? eds.
2handwritten by RG eds.
3handwritten by RG eds.

Hands Referenced

    • Annotation: ink correction
    • Character: regular
    • Ink: black

People Mentioned

  • Graves, Robert
    Author of the diary.

Organizations Mentioned

  • Editors

    Editors of the Graves Diary Project.