Chapter IV

I see the flying-fish sitting on the branches, I hear them sing,
and they fly and mate and build their nests in the branches;
I see a dun-coloured aboriginal she-female, mongolianée, petite,
squat-faced,
And she has a cast in her sinister optic and a snub nose but her
heart is true;
And I gaze into her heart (which is true), and I find that she is
musing (as indeed I often muse) on ME,
Me Prononcè, Me Imperturbe, Me Inconscionabilamente.