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1 My Life Like Jonas by the fish was I received by it, swung and swept in its dark waters, driven to the deeps by it and beyond many rocks. Without any touching of its teeth, I tumbled into it with no more struggle than a mote of dust entering the door of a cathedral, so muckle were its jaws. How heel over head was I hurled down the broad road of its throat, stopped inside its chest wide as a hall, and like Jonas I stood up asking where the beast was and finding it nowhere, there in grease and sorrow I built my bower. emmanuel noose i-62.indd 1 1/4/10 4:31 PM emmanuel noose i-62.indd 2 1/4/10 4:31 PM ...

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