Thursday, 12 January 2017 (411.27)

The reading group reports another enjoyable read and coming to a halt at: 
“Well, so be it!” (411.27)

Some favourites were:

1

There's no sabbath for nomads and I mostly was able to walk, being too soft for work proper, sixty odd eilish mires a week between three masses a morn and two chaplets at eve. (410.32)

2

Weak stop work stop walk stop whoak. Go thou this island, one housesleep there, then go thou other island, two housesleep there, then catch one nightmaze, then home to dearies. (411.6)

3

His hungry will be done! On the continent as in Eironesia (411.11)

4

Hek domov muy, there thou beest on the hummock, ghee up, ye dog, for your daggily broth (411.18)