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On the back of the strangely moving ass I have urged  or, to speak more correctly, the proprietor of the ass, or his agent, from behind has urged  my wild career across the sandy heaths of Hampstead, and my canoe has startled the screaming wild fowl from their lonely haunts amid the sub tropical regions of Battersea. ON THE BACK OF THE STRANGELY MOVING ASS I HAVE URGED OR TO SPEAK MORE CORRECTLY THE PROPRIETOR OF THE ASS OR HIS AGENT FROM BEHIND HAS URGED MY WILD CAREER ACROSS THE SANDY HEATHS OF HAMPSTEAD AND MY CANOE HAS STARTLED THE SCREAMING WILD FOWL FROM THEIR LONELY HAUNTS AMID THE SUB TROPICAL REGIONS OF BATTERSEA
I have heard the teeth-necklaces rattle around the ebony throats of the belles of Tongataboo; I have panted beneath the sun's fierce rays in India, and frozen under the icy blasts of Greenland; I have mingled with the teeming hordes of old Cathay, and, deep in the great pine forests of the Western World, I have lain, wrapped in my blanket, a thousand miles beyond the shores of human life." B., to whom I explained my leaning towards this style of diction, said that exactly the same effect could be produced by writing about places quite handy. He said:-- "I could go on like that without having been outside England at all. I should say: "I have smoked my fourpenny shag in the sanded bars of Fleet Street, and I have puffed my twopenny Manilla in the gilded balls of the Criterion; I have quaffed my foaming beer of Burton where Islington's famed Angel gathers the little thirsty ones beneath her shadowing wings, and I have sipped my tenpenny _ordinaire_ in many a garlic-scented salon of Soho. AWING ROOMS OF MAYFAIR AND I HAVE HEARD THE TEETH NECKLACES RATTLE AROUND THE EBONY THROATS OF THE BELLES OF TONGATABOO I HAVE PANTED BENEATH THE SUN'S FIERCE RAYS IN INDIA AND FROZEN UNDER THE ICY BLASTS OF GREENLAND I HAVE MINGLED WITH THE TEEMING HORDES OF OLD CATHAY AND DEEP IN THE GREAT PINE FORESTS OF THE WESTERN WORLD I HAVE LAIN WRAPPED IN MY BLANKET A THOUSAND MILES BEYOND THE SHORES OF HUMAN LIFE B TO WHOM I EXPLAINED MY LEANING TOWARDS THIS STYLE OF DICTION SAID THAT EXACTLY THE SAME EFFECT COULD BE PRODUCED BY WRITING ABOUT PLACES QUITE HANDY HE SAID I COULD GO ON LIKE THAT WITHOUT HAVING BEEN OUTSIDE ENGLAND AT ALL I SHOULD SAY I HAVE SMOKED MY FOURPENNY SHAG IN THE SANDED BARS OF FLEET STREET AND I HAVE PUFFED MY TWOPENNY MANILLA IN THE GILDED BALLS OF THE CRITERION I HAVE QUAFFED MY FOAMING BEER OF BURTON WHERE ISLINGTON'S FAMED ANGEL GATHERS THE LITTLE THIRSTY ONES BENEATH HER SHADOWING WINGS AND I HAVE SIPPED MY TENPENNY ORDINAIRE IN MANY A GARLIC SCENTED SALON OF SOHO
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