p.32 AYRE: [to FRANCIS and PETER] The circle is burst. We is burstin’ int’ the glommen. Outburst. Bellsademon land; cradlepain. Circle is burst. Nowt more outcastin’. Nowt more sin fer bread. [Everything has broken apart. We are breaking apart into the night. Exploding outwards. This land is the Devil’s land, full of awful pain. No more exile, but no more prostituting ourselves as in the old days either.]

Goldy sow o’ the ’airloomin’ pit. [In this box are all the best things, the heirlooms.]

Sa, Sa. [Sarah, Sarah.]

promin’. ’Airloomin’. [For promenading. It’s an heirloom.]

p.35 BETSHEB: [quietly] The belle is spoonin’. [The girl is happy.]

p.44 AYRE’S VOICE: Past riverrun ’n’ turn o’ kelp int’ muddy moss, sea-y green ’n’ here. There! Ghost ’n’ sprit time. Goldy lifey, glommen lifey. Thee dreamytime in greeny belch o’ ’eaven. Sprits o’ cunty dell. Circle o’ greeny ’ome! Nowt ’ome. Burst mouth, hairy brain ’n’ cradlepain. Pitch dark glommen is dry sheb and rottin’ tarse. The circle is burst… [They came over rivers, through seas, through mud and slush, thick woods to reach there. There! It was a time of ghosts and wicked spirits. Life in the past was golden, but also dark. The past dream-life in the green stomach of heaven. The wicked spirits of this fertile valley. This circle of greenery we call home! But it’s not home. There were cleft palates, useless brains and babies born in pain. True, deep darkness is sterile cunts and useless pricks. Everything is broken…]

p.46 BETSHEB: I ’ear op’n t’ the Angel spirit. [I hear the spirt of Angel.]

p.47 BETSHEB: Lorry. Gard-aner. [Larry.]

This dress? Nowt dirt. Me weddon dress. [This dress? I won’t dirty it. It’s my wedding dress.]

There. Our bedibyes. Glommen time. [There. Going to bed. Night-time.]

There is a man, he listens, speakin’ t’ glommen demon. This girl… [There is a man, he listens and speaks to the night demon…]

I ’ate glommen time ’ere. ’Eads burst, outburstin’ wid demons. [I hate night-time here. Heads explode and break open and send forth demons.]

Me quim is burnin’ . [I’m randy.]

[moving to him again] Thou burning. Eyebright. [You’re randy too. Your eyes are bright with lust.]

p.48 BETSHEB: The belle she spoonin’ the gent. He whoopin’. [The girl is lusting after the man. He is happy.]

Nowt ‘Goodbye’. [Don’t say ‘Goodbye’.]

p.49 AYRE: Demon ’ollarin’ in glommen time. [Demons yell in the night.]

Sprits o’ rack ’n’ cat, doomtime.’ [When the spirits make sounds like a rack and cat, it means someone is doomed.]

Sprits adorate quim sold for sinbread. [Spirits like prostitutes.]

Albion is glommentime, rack ’n’ cat time. [England is full of night; it was a time of whippings, rack and cat.]

p.50 AYRE: Glommen sprits o’ cut-throat kin. [Night spirits are related to our violent ancestors, the true criminals.]