One veshch I could never stand was that. I could never stand to see a moodge all filthy and rolling and burping and drunk, whatever his age might be, but more especially when he was real starry like this one was. He was sort of flattened to the wall and his platties were a disgrace, all creased and untidy and covered in cal and mud and filth and stuff. So we got hold of him and cracked him with a few good horrorshow tolchoks, but he still went on singing. The song went:

And I will go back to my darling, my darling,When you, my darling, are gone.

But when Dim fisted him a few times on his filthy drunkard’s rot he shut up singing and started to creech: “Go on, do me in, you bastard cowards, I don’t want to live anyway, not in a stinking world like this one.” I told Dim to lay off a bit then, because it used to interest me sometimes to slooshy what some of these starry decreps had to say about life and the world. I said: “Oh. And what’s stinking about it?”

He cried out: “It’s a stinking world because it lets the young get on to the old like you done, and there’s no law nor order no more.” He was creeching out loud and waving his rookers and making real horrorshow with the slovos, only the odd blurp blurp coming from his keeshkas, like something was orbiting within, or like some very rude interrupting sort of a moodge making a shoom, so that this old veck kept sort of threatening it with his fists, shouting: “It’s no world for any old man any longer, and that means that I’m not one bit scared of you, my boyos, because I’m too drunk to feel the pain if you hit me, and if you kill me I’ll be glad to be dead.”

We smecked and then grinned but said nothing, and then he said: “What sort of a world is it at all? Men on the moon and men spinning round the earth like it might be midges round a lamp, and there’s not more attention paid to earthly law nor order no more. So your worst you may do, you filthy cowardly hooligans.” Then he gave us some lip-music—“Prrrrzzzzrrrr”—like we’d done to those young millicents, and then he started singing again:



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