Hardy. Thank you._
A pause. Enter Spirit-Messenger, with copy of "The Dynasts."
_Thanks._
Exit Spirit-Messenger. The Recording Angel reads "The Dynasts"
aloud.
Just as the reading draws to a close, enter the Spirit of Mr.
Clement Shorter and Chorus of Subtershorters. They are visible
as small grey transparencies swiftly interpenetrating the
brains of the spatial Spirits.
SPIRIT OF THE PITIES.
_It is a book which, once you take it up,_
_You cannot readily lay down._
SPIRIT SINISTER.
_There is_
_Not a dull page in it._
SPIRIT OF THE YEARS.
_A bold conception_
_Outcarried with that artistry for which_
_The author's name is guarantee. We have_
_No hesitation in commending to our readers_
_A volume which--_
The Spirit of Mr. Clement Shorter and Chorus of Subtershorters
are detected and expelled.
_--we hasten to denounce_
_As giving an entirely false account_
_Of our impressions._
SPIRIT IRONIC.
Hear, _hear_!
SPIRIT SINISTER.
Hear, _hear_!
SPIRIT OF THE PITIES.
_Hear_!
SPIRIT OF THE YEARS.
_Intensive vision has this Mr. Hardy,_
_With a dark skill in weaving word-patterns_
_Of subtle ideographies that mark him_
_A man of genius.
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