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