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The Conversion

Llinellau gan Eira (Cyfanswm: 15)

 
(1, 0) 156 Flossie, dear, you are making a great noise.
(1, 0) 157 You seem to forget that the ministerial atmosphere should be tomb-like {shudders delicately} and repressive.
 
(1, 0) 159 At his time of life, he ought not to need instruction.
(1, 0) 160 What have you to say for yourself, Mr. Williams?
 
(1, 0) 167 And as far as you have gone, how do you like them?
 
(1, 0) 173 I hate metaphysics!
 
(1, 0) 177 The stipulation in my father's will has prejudiced me against the white tie and the black coat.
(1, 0) 178 I am desperate, Mr. Williams.
 
(1, 0) 181 Tell him, Flossie.
(1, 0) 182 I feel too weak to wrestle with the spectre that haunts me.
 
(1, 0) 204 A bomb is the only cure for {glances at THEOPHILUS, sighs} some evils.
 
(1, 0) 208 Go to the Church Yard and pick a pretty spot under the trees to bury me in.
(1, 0) 209 I have done with the world.
 
(1, 0) 212 Only the little bit that the parish provides for us all.
(1, 0) 213 I would rather lie with the dead than live with the saints.