putterings, 351-347
at any time weeds on about in odd corners seeding
I should be afraid of myself
preliminary flourish, phlegmatic correction,
The first ten birds dragged in grave misgiving gues
sing at the distant letters perpetual
motion and compasses thobbing
a way, he supposes, of dealing with ever unstunting
futures, being, and tiddle-um things
what not away, dust entangled
Is this better?
on among puttering close
Does this make the letters brighter?