He said, “Tryl narrer is what it takes you dursnt miss out nothing youve got to try every thing. Try the clevver try the simpl.” His face begun to go sharp. He said, “You never know what levvils it myt be moving on you never know what common nations you myt be missing. May be Eusas 2 littl Sons 1 ben clevver 1 ben simpl. ‘Off thay gon 1 with Folleree & 1 with Folleroo. 1 hedin tords the rivvr 1 a way frum it & each with ½ uv the Littl Shynin Man.’ He wer looking at me diffrent from how he ben looking at me befor. He said, “2 littl sons. 1 of them not qwite clevver may be. 1 of them not qwite simpl. 1 heading tords the rivver which the Rivver Sour runs thru Cambry dunnit. 1 heading a way from it. Tords Widders Dump may be. Each littl son with ½ a pack of dogs. Folleree and Folleroo. Each littl son with ½ the Littl Shyning Man.” He pickt up a bag of yellerboy stoan and shook it. “½ the Littl Shyning Man,” he said agen. “Whats that Littl Shyning Man say in
I said, ‘Eusa wut is the idear uv yu?’
He said, “You know what the idear of Eusa is. Hes the 1 what goes thru chaynjis. If hes chemistery or if hes a man. Thats what hes for thats the idear of him.”
I said, “He endit up with his head on a poal tho dinnee.”
He said, “Riddley my heads ben on a poal this long time. My head ben cut off from the res of me it ben oansome and greaving in a hy place. Iwd like to get my head down off that poal is what Iwd like.”
I said, “You dont have to be Eusa do you.”
He said, “Coarse I have to be Eusa you do as wel and every 1 else weve all got to be Eusa and get him thru his Chaynjis. Dont you see its on all of us to be every thing. There aint nothing only us to be Punch and Eusa boath. Nothing only us to be Drop John and all and manys the time I ben him and riding on my oan hump.”
I said, “Whatre you going to do now?”
He said, “May be its time to put that Eusa family to gether. 4 souls in the brazing boal.”
I said, “Whos Eusas wife then?”
He said, “You know who she is Riddley shes that same 1 shows her moon self or she shows her old old nite and no moon. Shes that same 1 every thing and all of us come out of. Shes what she is and the woom of her is in Cambry which is the senter. It all fits you see. Old beleaf and new. Thats where the Spirit of God is coming down in the form of a dove.”
I said, “Whats the Spirit of God?”
He said, “Thats chemistery and fizzics and all its what the 1 Big 1 come out of realy theres so many ways of saying it you see. A dove is a kynd of pigeon which a pigeons a messenger innit. Which this message aint being sent its
He wer talking so many levvils at 1ce I dint all ways know what he meant realy I wisht every thing wud mean jus only 1 thing and keap on meaning it not changing all the time. I thot wewd be going to Cambry tho I dint know what wer going to be when we got there. I wunnert what wer happening with Belnot Phist and afeart to ask.
I dint have to ask. There come a yel. “Daddy!”
Goodparley says, “Ah! Talky talky.”
I said, “You cunt.”
He said, “Funny what peopl wil use for a hard word. The name of a pleasur thing and a place where new life comes out of. There ben times nor not too far back nyther when they use to offer to that same and very 1 what has her woom in Cambry. That same and very Nite and Death we all come out of.”
I said, “Dont you push words at me you rat cunt.”
He said, “Youre hard took by that yel are you. You dont want no 1 to suffer. Wel my boy I dont like herting no 1 but I wont be tol lys and you bes keap that in memberment. I cant stan lying I realy wont put up with it. It ben jus only a littl wyl back our yung Belnot said right here in this very same shelter he dint know nothing about that yellerboy stoan only I think hes parbly saying diffrent now. I cudve tol them to take him some place where you wunt hear nothing but you see what it is I wunt ly to you I wunt set up for no sof nunkel. Im what I am and youre seeing me how I am.”
I dint anser him nothing I jus shook my head.