Books, Plays and Pomes ( this page is differently pronounced and otherwise spelled )
"The only thing that sustains one though life is the consciousness of the immense inferiority of everybody else,
and this is a feeling I have always cultivated"
"So why pray, sign anything as long as every word, letter, penstroke,
paperspace is a perfect singature of it's own?
paperspace is a perfect singature of it's own?
A LITTER to Mr GAME'S ROYCE
Dear Mister Germ's Choice in gutter dispear I am taking my pen toilet you know that being leyde-up in bed with
the prewailent of back trouble I have been reeding one half ter one other the numboars of transition
in witch are printed the severall instorments of your work in Progress.
You must not stink I am attempting to ridicul "De Sac" you or to be smart but I am so disturb by my inhumility
to onthortand most of the impslocations constrained in your work that although I am by norminals dumb
and infact I consider myself not brilliantly ejewcatered but still of above averroe'ge men's
tality and having maid the most of the oportounities I kismet I am writing you.
Dear Mysterre Shame's Voice to let you no how bed I feeloxerab out it all I am uberzeugt that the labour involved
in the compostition of your work must be almost supper humane and that so much travail from a man of your
intellacked must ryeseult in something very signicophant I would only like to know have I been so strichning by my
illnest white wresting under my warm coverlyette that I am as they say in my neightive land out of the mind gone
out and unable to combpehen that which is clear or is there really in your work some ass pecked which is uncle lear.
Please forgive my emeritus and any inconvince that may have been caused by this litter.
This letter is full of rubbish, so I'm I - alas a very hearty handshake to you wherevere you are sincerely yours
A. C. Welsh.
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the prewailent of back trouble I have been reeding one half ter one other the numboars of transition
in witch are printed the severall instorments of your work in Progress.
You must not stink I am attempting to ridicul "De Sac" you or to be smart but I am so disturb by my inhumility
to onthortand most of the impslocations constrained in your work that although I am by norminals dumb
and infact I consider myself not brilliantly ejewcatered but still of above averroe'ge men's
tality and having maid the most of the oportounities I kismet I am writing you.
Dear Mysterre Shame's Voice to let you no how bed I feeloxerab out it all I am uberzeugt that the labour involved
in the compostition of your work must be almost supper humane and that so much travail from a man of your
intellacked must ryeseult in something very signicophant I would only like to know have I been so strichning by my
illnest white wresting under my warm coverlyette that I am as they say in my neightive land out of the mind gone
out and unable to combpehen that which is clear or is there really in your work some ass pecked which is uncle lear.
Please forgive my emeritus and any inconvince that may have been caused by this litter.
This letter is full of rubbish, so I'm I - alas a very hearty handshake to you wherevere you are sincerely yours
A. C. Welsh.