Philippe Beck, p.8
XXIV. SUCH BEAUTIFUL FLOCKS OF WOOL.
A “bring me X or Y”is worth “bring X or Y for me.” It’s me you give to hold over you. Such fine arrests made under covers, curiosity arrest and delivery receipt. I truly hate unfaithful scenes. It’s easy to say we must not hate. The hoary translator relegated to sparrow music says we must not hate: one needn’t flinch at the ball of public diary editors. Small sun: “the important thing is to be liked by ladies.” Hippocleas: “The poet will make young girls dream of him.” A gulf from one phrase to another, it blows him some bell gale.