The Sea-elephant

Trundled from the strangeness of the sea —— a kind of heaven —— Ladies and Gentlemen! the greatest sea—monster ever exhibited alive the gigantic sea—elephant! O wallow of flesh where are there fish enough for that appetite stupidity cannot lessen? Sick of Aprils smallness the little leaves —— Flesh has lief of you enormous sea —— Speak! Blouaugh! (feed me) my flesh is riven —— fish after fish into his maw unswallowing to let them glide down gulching back half spittle half brine the trouble eyes ——torn from the sea. (In a practical voice.) They ought to put it back where it came from. Gape. Strange head —— told by old sailors —— rising bearded to the surface ——and the only sense out of them it that woman’s Yes it’s wonderful but they ought to put it back into the sea where it came from. Blouaugh! Swing ——ride walk on wires ——toss balls stoop and contort yourselves —— But I am love. I am from the sea —— Blouaugh! there is no crime save the too—heavy body the sea held playfully ——comes to the surface the water boiling about the head the cows scattering fish dripping from the bounty of . . . . and spring they say Spring is icummen in ——