back and put it back in the bucket. > As you were before you rested. It’s all written down: he has to do
― Et ne nos inducas in tentationem.
The server piped the answers in the treble. I often thought it would be better to have boy servants. Up to fifteen or so. After that of course …
Holy water that was, I expect. Shaking sleep out of it. He must be fed up with that job, shaking that thing over all the corpses they trot up. What harm if he could see what he was shaking it over.
Every mortal day a fresh batch:
- middleaged men,
- old women,
- children,
- women dead in childbirth,
- men with beards,
- baldheaded business men,
- consumptive girls with little sparrows’ breasts.
All the year round he prayed the same thing over them all and shook water on top of them: sleep. On Dignam now.
― In paradisum.
Said he was going to paradise or is in paradise. Says that over everybody. Tiresome kind of a job. But he has to say something.
The priest closed his book and went off, followed by the server. Corny Kelleher opened the sidedoors and the gravediggers came in, hoisted the coffin again, carried it out and shoved it on their cart. Corny Kelleher gave one wreath to the boy and one