[T]heir came tovvards me one of theſe ſeemingly deuout Abdals, in his ſheeps skin & horne about his necke and bare-footed, eſpying me, hee bleſt himſelfe and ſuddenly began to mutter his prayer to Mahomet vvith feruent ardencie, […]
I came across a little pamphlet of the period, yellow and almost undecipherable, which, on examination, I found to be a rather amusing skit or satirical take-off on the profit system.
Who the fuck is this, pagin' me at 5:46 in the morning? / crack of dawn and now I'm yawnin' / wipe the cold out my eye, see who's this pagin' me and why
It issues in one continuous appetizing rodlet …, which looks as if it retained the shape of an earthworm's tract (but watch, watch, do not be deflected!).
