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Jeddara, v. 1, issue 3, June 1943
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JEDDARA PAGE 9 SLIGHTLY DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE (Cont.) At last it came: the ship was reconstruced And loaded with the sleeping-beans that were The gift of Venus to the Earth. I made Affectionate our parting, and wondered on The spaceman's enigmatic little rime That now is well forgotten, with its matter. "When you give a Lahna girl the air You'd better take a souvenir." I left her underneath a moonless sky, And shouted, "I'll be back!" down from the dome. I blasted off, and then I'd got the shell Safe into space, they told me that my girl Had stepped into the jet-wash, and was burned To cracklings. Well, I guess that's why my twelfth Trans-vacuum flight was my last. I know What mates and captains who have died meant when They chanted that little rime. And I did take A souvenir: a tiny, parchment scroll Covered with crimson lettering. I wish That I could show it to you now, but years Ago I sold the thing. You know that there Are times when drink is blood, and bile, and gall, And all the other humours that make life. I'm sorry that I sold it. I wish that I Could show it to you now; I think you'd like it. The flask for me? Goddam you, I don't want it! I'll take my charity from me, not snickering Canal whelps! No. I didn't mean to say that. Thanks for the kindness of your gift, and attention. --------------------- "The difference between a conjuror, a witch, and an enchanter, according to Minshew, in his dictionary
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JEDDARA PAGE 9 SLIGHTLY DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE (Cont.) At last it came: the ship was reconstruced And loaded with the sleeping-beans that were The gift of Venus to the Earth. I made Affectionate our parting, and wondered on The spaceman's enigmatic little rime That now is well forgotten, with its matter. "When you give a Lahna girl the air You'd better take a souvenir." I left her underneath a moonless sky, And shouted, "I'll be back!" down from the dome. I blasted off, and then I'd got the shell Safe into space, they told me that my girl Had stepped into the jet-wash, and was burned To cracklings. Well, I guess that's why my twelfth Trans-vacuum flight was my last. I know What mates and captains who have died meant when They chanted that little rime. And I did take A souvenir: a tiny, parchment scroll Covered with crimson lettering. I wish That I could show it to you now, but years Ago I sold the thing. You know that there Are times when drink is blood, and bile, and gall, And all the other humours that make life. I'm sorry that I sold it. I wish that I Could show it to you now; I think you'd like it. The flask for me? Goddam you, I don't want it! I'll take my charity from me, not snickering Canal whelps! No. I didn't mean to say that. Thanks for the kindness of your gift, and attention. --------------------- "The difference between a conjuror, a witch, and an enchanter, according to Minshew, in his dictionary
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