Texts!?

[anahip]

How would you interpret this text?

A few more minutes and the horseman was near enough for his little and shapeless body, his long Irish cloak, and the dilapidated bagpipes hanging from his shoulders, and the rough-haired garron under him, to be seen distinctly in the grey dusk. Get up out of that, you great omadhaun! Shake yourself out of the earth, you great weed of a man! His eyes wandered from the sunset to where the long white road lost itself over the south-western horizon and to a horseman who toiled slowly up the hill. So soon as he had come within earshot, he began crying: Is it sleeping you are, Tumaus Costello, when better men break their hearts on the great white roads? Though the customs of Elizabeth and James, now going out of fashion in England, had begun to prevail among the gentry, he still wore the great cloak of the native Irish; and the sensitive outlines of his face and the greatness of his indolent body had a commingling of pride and strength which belonged to a simpler age. Get up out of that, proud Tumaus, for I have news!

[glenis]

someone has unlimited texts on their mobile tariff -that must run into several pages !!!! :-)

[Lil O'lady]

So very Joycian it was, that the gangling strangling sentences ran mush-like through the pages and pooled around the floor like Sheena's tears.......

Just how much of this over-rich rambling should a sentient being ever have to read? Burn the book and buy 'Hello' for the good of your brain.

[jno]

Yeats. You could plagiarise some ideas here:

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