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