507

Have given myself an allowance in the Latin reserved for swine. I swim hour upon hour in translation, oportet operatorem interesse operi, the bawdy incursions clumping together, hetay orkerway ustmay ebay hetay orkway, in a mass of gibberish I cannot be blamed for, because it revels alongside me.        

511

The natural order of things: psychic vagabondage.

510

In my wordless fever, I was twice doubled-over. Once, by myself, most unwieldy of droughts. Second, by a remedy, found in my research. According to the Hellenes, this shrinking incantation was touted to shrink a fever.

I thrice attempted it. Proved itself a paltry cadabra.

516

What grievance stopped us from naming this planet water? We are rhetorical even in our mistakes.