44 JOSEPH LYCETT CALLS SCENES TO MEMORY 9

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JOSEPH LYCETT CALLS SCENES TO MEMORY

Never did set the Thames on fire, save as forger. Most of us limners and engravers in New Holland were forgers, but worst they gabbed me a notorious blackguard. Fifty-three years have passed over me. My mind’s eye sees pictures more clearly than my corporeal seers that merely catch dim clouds on these hospital walls. The livid scar on my throat grows darker by the day. Afflicted so in the deep, dark doldrums by fearful, frightful imaginations, I might yet tear open this livid scab, let life flow out, a brummish boman who has bruised his bed. ‘Twas due to a circulation of queer screens in Brummagem - so untimely was this lurk - that constables outrun me, descend on my ken, clap me on the shoulder rough as it runs and bustle me up the stairs. Seized me a chiv I did and cut my throat before these shoulder - clappers’ peepers. I know justices’ justice! Yet I have crossed the Rubicon of heart-heaving seas, suffered most dread privation to capture Arcady. Ergo I did not cede the ground of my life to the treadmill’s grind, as I now make out in my mind’s eye a larger design. The number three holds a beginning, middle and end. I have already confessed my journey’s end is nigh. The first cast of the die was some seven and ten years ago, playing hide and seek in Ludlow with an inspector from the Bank of England. He scared up in my back garret a copper-plate press, engraving tools and a drawing for a five pound note hid sly atwixt ceiling and roof. I had drawn to the very like the King’s picture. Our debts fell due, d’you see? Mary Stokes and me were rubbed to Shrewsbury Gaol to stand buff.


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