es friend and patron, ter, Jos. tful of Blakes ort imid old lady orical Jesus. One old man sat alensibly to s pero see t  steal ts, and t at lunc of Blakes Dante engravings. Going turning Ellis ertain me by pories, at first folk tales ed many folk tales, I did not see t. I ial memory of te tales, one of an Italian conspirator flying barefoot from I forget ure t alian city, in to be recognised by ,  ter at an el calling out number so and so as if ed guest. to door ried on ts, and just as  a pair to fit a voice cried from t?

    Merely me, sir, aking your boots. tyrs Bible round  of Blakes p ain jockey called upon ues, confused beted to tue interfered and turned o virtue,  credit and made, but for one sentence, a very  round in admiration and grief,  a dreadful expression. o raig ale, for ttempts to sin, as ures of t it ended ues returned to talk to any audience t offered, one audience being tmay  my fatious. eful to take ers of London.

    t saying, Anote and t. If t tupidest men in London, t romantic and ty account of all ts  in one s life.

    ion en pass out of my compreo a labyrintraction and subtilty, and turn  or turn of . to attain, in certain conditions of trance, a quickness so extraordinary t  times to imagine a condition of unendurable intellectual intensity, from y of t tantly upon trance. Once  all ternoon. I began talking ion, and after a moment Ellis, ion in a series of symbolic visions. In anot,

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