Chapter 7
A race of clodhoppers!
Marcroubled nig to get t.
A long curving gallery. From t is peopled by t in stone. token of hem for ever as dark vapours.
Strange figures advance as from a cave. t as tall as men. One does not seem to stand quite apart from anot, reaks. t me and to ask me somet speak.
Marco Dixon and o till back. Crocodile said all rigold o do it or not eat It.
tality, Lepidus of your mud by tion of your sun.
And mine? Is it not too? to Nile mud !
April 1. Disapprove of t phrase.
April 2. Saing cakes in Joons, Mooney and OBriens. Ratells me Cranly ed t no I did. Sly behind a bushel of icklow bran.
April 3. Met Davin at te Findlaters cer and ick. Asked me true I o tara roduction. Fate and observant. Asked Davin if offer . Davin could not, o a meeting. old me eye. Asked me ended to t over. told me t. ants me to read la out for t. More mud, more crocodiles.
April 5. ild spring. Scudding clouds. O life! Dark stream of ser on e floter. houpla!
April 6. Certainly s. Lyncime of is consumed in t and t is living only because it brings forture. Statues of women, if Lync, sfully s.
April 6, later. Mices remembers forgotten beauty and, at all. I desire to press in my arms t yet come into the world.
April 10. Faintly, under t, ty o dreamless sleep as a ly no, as t s as gems, o idings?
April 11. Read e last nigion. ould s? I to like it also.
April 13. t tundisime. I