Frank Corcoran

Keep this to yourself. We´ll issue our joint statement: history is bunk…. there´s simply too many ( never cleared up ) causes hanging around.
They began again, he puffing strongly, cropped, late 18th c., still a bit shaky after his recent hanging by British yeomen. ( No joke, he´d died without a whimper. ) Now worried about the future, if no longer his future ; yes, the descendants two short centuries later. How distinguish, he was muttering badly now , between utterer, uttered and uttering? But now suppose the thing had gone the other way, the shoe on the other foot ? Suppose they´d not hanged him by hemp? The eyes filmed over, all his poor possessions in the wheel-barrow? The scream unvoiced , unutterable and appalling and unspeakable and unscreamable? To be hanged by hempen rope. Till your dudeen bursts?