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At this point Alf Joblin detached himself from the hovering crowd and said to Price: "He must be cowed. I'll knock sense into the drunken brute." "Well," said Price, "he's got to go; but you won't hurt him, Alf, will you?" "No," said Alf, "I won't hurt him. I'll just make him look a fool. This is where science comes in." "I'm honest old Tom," droned the boatman.
"If you will have it," said Alf, with fine aposiopesis. He squared up to him. Now Alf Joblin, like the other pugilists of my class, habitually refrained from delivering any sort of attack until he was well assured that he had seen an orthodox opening. A large part of every round between Hatton's boys was devoted to stealthy circular movements, signifying nothing.
So you see I must have a man who looks as if he had written the stuff." "I see," he said complacently. "Dressy sort of chap. Chap who looks as if he knew a thing or two." "Yes. I couldn't get Alf Joblin, for instance." We laughed together at the notion. "Poor old Alf!" said Sidney Price. "Now you probably know a good deal about Society?" "Rather" said Sidney. "They're a hot lot. My word!
What is more, each separate member of the audience was convinced that he individually was the proper person to illustrate the efficacy of style versus untutored savagery. As soon, therefore, as Alf Joblin went writhing to the floor, and Thomas Blake's voice was raised afresh in a universal challenge, Walter Greenway stepped briskly forward.
Another hour followed, then another, and another: I was still as far from poetry as ever; every object about me seemed bent against my abstraction; the card-racks fascinating me like serpents, and compelling me to read, as if I would get them by heart, "Dr. Joblin," "Mr. Cumberback," "Mr. Milton Bull," &c. &c.
When Alf Joblin, a recruit, sent Walter Greenway sprawling with a random swing on the mark, there was a pained shudder. Not only Walter Greenway, but the whole club explained to Alf that the swing was a bad swing, an awful violation of style, practically a crime.
Doctor Stuffen then handed me a certificate and his bill. This done he stood me up and repeated this formula has it printed all languages: "'You have now thrown from your system every particle of foul tissues, Mr. , ah, yes Mr. Joblin, I believe. And he looked at the paper. 'You thought you were reasonably fat, Mr. Joblin. You were not fat, you were merely bloated.
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