NORTH

Quatrain #1

Poem and photo by Holly Szabados

her words come spilling from her lips

gentle and reassuring, yet as powerful as the sea

it could be the end of the world, the fated apocalypse

but it would be alright, as I have her beside me

Snowstorm by Sadie Badour

By Darren Tran

The Snarl of the Present

By Brandon Fairbairn

I was walking along the ever-trodden path when far from my gaze I saw one standing in the distance. His demeanour was that of an inviting host seeing their friend for the first time in months. He had a grin most unthreatening. He looked at me, arms outstretched, and declared “Come! Any trouble you have I will quash, any puzzle of yours I will unconfound, any anxiety I will soothe. Have faith all will be well with me!” What pilgrim would fail to rejoice at such messianic words? I felt as a wandering sheep who has finally found its shepherd. Strangely, though I could most lucidly see his parental form and hear his reassuring words, I could not for the life of me comprehend his methods. Were his hands outstretched to give a tender embrace or a harsh corporal lash? I stepped forward to his inviting words, but he recoiled just as quickly. “If you wish to see me” said he “then you must focus all of your efforts to do so.” Just as the cook of Wen Hui focused his complete attention to the precision of his knife, so too did I focus my complete attention on the becoming man in front of me. At least, I witnessed him rapidly approaching, closer and closer. Just as I prepared to be healed by my saviour, the most peculiar thing happened. This man’s form became underwhelming, his face always changing: sometimes a grimace, sometimes a snarl, and briefly that inviting smile. He became sporadic, I never knew where he would leave me. His distant promises were in vain: I was troubled, puzzled, and anxious. Have I always felt such, or did this unpredictable man introduce novel qualms? When the expiration of our brief, overwhelming interaction arrived, his inviting face right away returned. This time, his words of encouragement were words of reminiscence. “Look at your poor soul!” he began thus “Always wandering in perplexity. What will you do without a protector such as myself to guard you? “ With these words, I wept. All of my previous woes have returned with a vengeance. Such distress clouded my mind, but there is one spot the darkest shroud can never obscure: I knew that, for the first time, I felt true bliss when this man was with me. What benevolence had my guide to me! Departing at last, he began once more “I hope” said this miracle-worker “there comes another like me to save your lost state.” With prophecy coveted by even Tiresias, I looked forward and saw a woman. She presented herself differently than the man, I knew her methods were different, though I could not quite tell how. Her differences comforted me so. And yet her inviting demeanour was much like that of the man, they were, in fact, identical. I could not truly tell this was a new person. I stepped forward, knowing she would bring me true bliss for the first time, she recoiled just as quickly.

Ishtar by Julia Dolansky-Overland

i wish i had a better scanner by Émilie Mireault

When the Stars Picked Up Their Spears

By Aidan Renwick

Across our infidel skies that inspire grand sedition,

whose poxen waifs thrumming in the centre of cold, disgraceful stars,

and whose holy guts of iron doth rip upon creation,

the doom of our existence is clear and plainly seen —

of the Cataclysm at the dawn of time,

written in the quiet of a gray celestrion,

in the vaults of perfidious Elysium.

Creation shattered, broken up, dismantled and betrayed,

while all around us lies the carnage of butchered seraphim,

of divinities dismembered and holy nerves and tissue

pulverized, piled up, picked clean, and putrefying,

whose sacred, bloodied bodies lying in the snow,

have etched upon our hearts a vision of the real,

that the sky that once glowed infinitely in a sheer unbroken beam,

has torn itself apart,

and sundered is the single realm of light,

whose legions disbanded into trillions of isolated gleams,

and are mounted on the firmament, like piked heads along the rampart,

when doom visited Ilium and fire was brought to Troy.

And under these portents that dwell among disfigured constellations,

that mutate in silent unknown chambers and in the deeps of withheld skies,

whose signs are surging from every molecule of this tragic, fallen world,

and brim the air in simple Earth's desecrated spheres,

We live! In the wreckage of heaven,

in the horror of war and the rasp of creation,

in bitter feud and ruthless exchanges,

slaughtering forward, thrashing upward, slashing inward,

— we know that evil stars belong to us.

And upon this assemblage of fate,

and below this choir,

singing of catastrophe,

will we go to war?

Dare risk anything?

Tempt fate, venture our luck?

Ever offer ourselves to disaster?

Go life and limb, willingly,

into the lair of the wolf,

to bring battle there,

hoisting sword or chosen spear,

and with our collected flames,

and with our mustered courage?

As we are, and as we stand,

under the worse pronouncement of fate and odds,

of deadly circumstance that God could have afforded us?

Yes —

How many times do I have to say this?

Yes and yes again, yes forever,

yes until the sun comes up, yes until the moon goes black,

yes in song, yes in the strangled blood-choked cry,

yes in groves and sacred meadows, yes in burning forests,

yes in the morning and yes in the middle of the night,

and I only ask you give me a terrible fate

so I may say yes more convincingly.

Beat me to death with chains, I will say yes,

give me ravenous hunger, visions, vicious, blinking madness,

make me cynical and depressed, bludgeon me and stomp me,

call me names and kick me in the dirt,

love me like a god and bless me with a blow,

but when this storm of nerves expends itself,

when brain and brawn in cloistered form both sink beneath electric Lethe,

and all my happinesses do sail to grief,

I will rise to the mountain of God and smite heaven for it.

Psalm 137 by Winston Mavraganis

Book of Amittai

By Brandon Fairbairn and Jeremy Garbe

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1IN THE third year of the reign of Jeroboam, son of Jehoash, king of Israel, this was also in the eighteenth year of the reign of Amaziah, son of Joash, king of Judah, there lived a man from the Tribe of Naphtali named Amittai. Amittai was a humble servant of the LORD, he often prayed to the Lord GOD, and grew exceedingly in faith. Amittai was a shepherd, when he ate, Amittai offereth the biggest portion of fat to the LORD. This pleased the LORD exceedingly, and the LORD spake unto Amittai, saying: Amittai, Amittai! And Amittai spake: Here am I. The Lord GOD said: Your actions pleaseth me, yea, and I have grown exceedingly fond of your worship. Therefore, thou wilt be blest with a faithful son, he will become a man of God. Hearken unto my word, the land of Israel sinneth a great deal against mine commandments, I will greatly exalt a kingdom to the east, yea, the kingdom of Assyria, whose head is Nineveh, and Assyria shalt carrieth away my people Israel, for I will have abandoned them, but Judah will be punished at a later time. Your son, Amittai, whom you shalt name Jonah, for he will try to fly away from me like a dove, wilt prophesieth against Nineveth for their exceedingly wicked actions. But the Ninevites will hearken unto the word of Jonah which I will speak to him, and repent. I will have compassion on Nineveh, delay their punishment for another time. But you, Amittai, are not to reveal this information to the people of Israel, for their time has not come yet. Verily, if you tell Israel what I said, thou wilt be punished a great and awesome punishment, your house will be destroyed, and people will warn others, saying: Woe to him whose fate is like Amittai of Naphtali! But if you do not stray from me, and listen to my commandments, truly I will bless you an hundred fold, and people will say: Thou art blest like Amittai of Naphtali! When Amittai heard the words of the Lord GOD, he said: O, LORD! Thou art the supreme, maker of heaven and earth! Thou who art the God of Abraham, and of Isaac, and of Jacob, are all knowing, and all powerful. Thou art great, forever and ever, I never wish to deviate from your ways, thou art blest from generation to generation!

2IN THE sixth year of Jeroboam son of Jehoash of Israel, the twenty first year of Amaziah, son of Joash of Judah, the word of the LORD came again to Amittai, saying: Amittai! Hearken unto my word, is not Jeroboam, the son of Jehoash, rightly called Jeroboam? For Israel is committing great harlotries under Jeroboam as they did in the days of Jeroboam, son of Nebat. Yea, the lust of Israel has grown too far, she is an harlot, who is being sold for naught. For, like a shameful man who approacheth a man selling harlots asking: How much for the harlot? And the disgraceful harlot maker saying: Thou wilt receive mine finest harlot for one sheep, or three cakes of barley. How little is the harlot valued! Just so is Jeroboam to Israel. Israel, because she has played the harlot, lusting after other gods, yea, even the god Baal, the abomination Molech, the abomination Asherah, and the abomination Astarte, I will cut off Israel for her great whoredoms! But thou, Amittai, are to flee from the country of Israel, for her harlotries are no home for my loyal servant. Go therefore to Babylon, for there you will be ambassador, yea, wherever thou wilt go, I will be with thee. But be forewarned, thou wilt be scorned, mocked, and abused by the Chaldeans. Worry not, I, God, will be with you, as I was with Moses when the Israelites did flee before Pharaoh, the great king of Egypt, or when Joshua did conquer Canaan and Jericho, or when Gideon, under my watch, delivered Israel from the Midianites, so I will be with you. When the Chaldeans conspire against you, saying: Let us rise up against Amittai, and kill him. Do not attempt to leave Babylon, if you, Amittai, try to flee from the hands of the Chaldeans, and remember not the protection I, the Lord GOD, will provide you, then I will allow the Chaldeans to overpower you, and you will be slain in Babylon. Amittai took his sheep, his cattle, his oxen, his slaves, and onescore and three talents of silver, and moveth to Babylon. And Amittai was alone.

But it came to pass, however, when Amittai was in Gath-hepher, he saw a young woman, tending to her father’s flocks, her name was Judith. And Amittai beheld Judith, and thought to himself: She exceeds the beauty of any woman I have seen before! Therefore Amittai approacheth Shaul, the father of Judith, and spake unto him: O thou who art like a father to me, mine name is Amittai, from the Tribe of Naphtali. I wish to marry your daughter Judith, for I am wrought with love. And Shaul said: Am I to lose a servant to tend to my flocks? For I am old and well advanced in years, I can not look after mine sheep, mine cattle, and mine oxen on my own. Amittai said unto Shaul: Here, thou may have a slave of mine, he is a very loyal servant, though he strays from me sometimes, he remembers his vow to serve me when I lightly beat him. Shaul said: How many talents of silver do you have? Amittai said: I have onescore and three talents of silver. Shaul said: Then I shall give you Judith, who is mine daughter, for seven talents of silver. Amittai took Judith, the daughter of Shaul, and she became his wife. Amittai knew his wife Judith, and they conceived. And Judith carried the seed of Amittai in Babylon.

3NOW Jonah, son of Amittai, was born in this way.

When it came to pass that Amittai was working in Babylon for nine months, he greatly offended the sons of Babylon. Yea, for when the Chaldeans asked Amittai: Dost thou worship Merodach, the great god of Babylon, who did slay the serpent Tiamat in the heavens to create the earth? And Amittai said to them: Nay, I do not worship any idols of human hands, but I only worship the LORD, the God of Abraham, of Isaac, and of Jacob, he alone created the heavens and the earth. It was the Lord GOD who did slay Leviathan, that great and terrible serpent! And He created the earth out of the body of the serpent. And the Chaldeans murmured against Amittai, yea, they were making great conspiracies, for it came to pass that the senate of Babylon convened, and said: Does Amittai mean to mock us when he says: I do not worship any idols of human hands, but I only worship the LORD? Come, let us rise up against Amittai, and kill him for his blasphemies against the great Merodach, god of Babylon! And Amittai was greatly grieved when he heard of the conspiracy against his life, for a man of Babylon spake unto him: Amittai, you who art from the Tribe of Naphtali! The senate of Babylon have convened against you and said: Let us rise up against Amittai, and kill him for his blasphemies against the great Merodach, god of Babylon! The Chaldeans wish to kill you and your wife Judith, who is the daughter of Shaul of Gath-hepher. Now Judith had been pregnant with the child of Amittai for nine months, and her time to birth Jonah was near, therefore, the man of Babylon, whose name was Nidintu, spake unto Amittai: Come, I will help you leave Babylon, and find a safe place for your wife Judith, daughter of Shaul of Gath-hepher, to birth your child. Amittai remembered not the word of the LORD that came to him, saying: Do not attempt to leave Babylon, so Amittai, Judith, and Nidintu did run from the centre of Babylon. It came to pass that Amittai, Judith, and Nidintu did see a great number of Chaldeans pursuing them, yea, numbering that of one hundred threescore and seven, but they did outrun the Chaldeans, and hideth in the house of Nidintu. Now it came to pass that Judith did say unto Amittai: O Amittai! I can feel the child is trying to crawl out of my womb! The wife of Nidintu, Siduri, was witnessing this, cradling her babe. Siduri gave the babe unto her husband Nidintu and said unto him: Have I not delivered this babe four months ago? And before delivering the babe, have I not helped deliver the babes of one hundred Chaldean women? Come, let us help this Hebrew woman deliver her child. And Siduri did help Judith deliver the child, but the pangs of childbirth were so great to Judith, she gave up the ghost as the child was being born. Just so did the mother of Jonah die.

When the child was born, Amittai remembered the word of the LORD, and said: I shall name this child Jonah, for he will try to fly away from the Lord GOD like a dove. But it came to pass that not long after naming Jonah, a band of eight Chaldeans broke into the house of Nidintu, and they did slay Nidintu, and the child of Nidintu and Siduri, but they had slain not Siduri. And the LORD again appeared unto Amittai, but the Chaldeans saw Him not, the word of the LORD came to Amittai, saying: Amittai, what is this you have done? Did I not say unto you: Do not attempt to leave Babylon, if you, Amittai, try to flee, I will allow the Chaldeans to overpower you, and you will be slain in Babylon. It is not right your name is Amittai, but your name should have been the name of your son, Jonah, for it is you who have attempted to flee from me like a dove! Therefore, because of this great iniquity thou hast done, I will have you and your son, Jonah, slain by the Chaldeans, and your entire house will be wiped out! But Amittai said unto the LORD: Exalted art thou, O LORD! I have done thee wrong, I deserve death! But please, O Lord GOD, do not kill my son Jonah, who is to be your servant. For what wrong hath my son done? Was it not I who hath fled from your presence? The fault is of mine own accord, not of the accord of Jonah, please, O LORD, spare my son Jonah, the son of Amittai. And the Lord GOD had compassion on Jonah, and said unto Amittai: Very well, your son Jonah will be spared, for he is to become a servant of mine, but you are to die for your iniquities! And the Lord GOD disappeared from the sight of Amittai, and the Chaldeans did not see the sight of the LORD. It came to pass that after the LORD had disappeared from the sight of Amittai, a Chaldean said: Is this not Amittai, who had said before: I do not worship any idols of human hands? Come, let us strike him down! And the Chaldeans did overpower Amittai, and he was smitten. And the Chaldeans left the house of Nidintu, and slayeth not Siduri or Jonah

4NOW Siduri, the wife of Nidintu the Chaldean, wept, and prayeth to Merodach, the god of Babylon, saying: O Merodach, thou art a loving and kind god. Why, therefore, hast thou allowed mine own son to be slain by the hands of mine own people? And the LORD revealed himself to Siduri saying: Siduri, Siduri! And she said: Here am I. And God said unto her: Do not cry out, saying: O Merodach. For now you are to call out saying: O LORD, the God of Abraham, of Isaac, and of Jacob. Dost thou not see the babe that hath been left untouched by the Chaldeans? Thou art to raise the child Jonah as your own, for he is going to become a servant of the LORD! You are to raise the child Jonah to be loyal not to the idols of the Chaldeans, but of the true God of Israel. And Siduri picked up Jonah and said: As long as I live, I will raise you as mine own child. And she suckled Jonah as her own.

Jonah lived many years in Babylon, but knew not the idols of the Chaldeans, for Siduri had raised Jonah to worship no one but the LORD, according to the word of the LORD which came upon Siduri saying: You are to raise the child Jonah to be loyal not to the idols of the Chaldeans, but of the true God of Israel.

In the ninth year of the reign of Hoshea, son of Elah, king of Israel, that is, in the sixth year of Hezekiah, son of Ahaz, king of Judah, the king of Assyria invaded all the land of Israel, that is, Samaria. And the king of Assyria imprisoned Hoshea the king of Israel. The king of Assyria thereafter ordered that the Israelites be spread out through all of Assyria, for this was to fulfill the words of the prophet Isaiah, saying: The spoils of Samaria shall be taken away before the king of Assyria. But Assyria grew exceedingly wicked, and the Lord GOD had regret allowing Assyria to rule. Now the word of the LORD came unto Jonah the son of Amittai, saying: Arise, go to Nineveh, that great city, and cry against it; for their wickedness is come up before me.

End of the Book of Amittai

Intersectionality of Knowledge and Living

By Mariana Neyens

I cannot stand still and call that being

I am a process, and no matter how much I dream

Of perfect immortality, it will always slip through fingers

I try to become tangential with immortality

By grasping this highest human good: happiness

But as Plato and Aristotle and Plotinus and St Augustine wrote over and over

Happiness is a struggle to find and a struggle to be

I cannot stand still and call that being

Because being is a way of knowing

And there are several hundred ways of knowing

Several hundred ways of being

And we shift from one to another and another

Throughout our lifetimes, throughout our weeks

And days and months and years

Don't you see how I am a process?

Where I am never still, dancing and free

And I go to biology class and look at books

Which describe the human body as skin and bones

Based on organic weavings until I end up with unity

The beating of my heart, the inflation of my lungs

Yet the more knowledge I gain, the less that makes sense

I leave art history class and my body becomes a cathedral

Gravity being defied with boney white pillars

As the ribbed groin vault of my chest opens enough space

For I to house both of my sacred relics: my lungs and my heart

Maybe the trick of being human is to

Flirt between biological determinism and symbolic interpretation

To hold on to contradictions, make dissonance resonate

Maybe that is how we stay alive

Or maybe that is how can we live, instead of survive

By Samantha Massett

Page of Sketches by Kathleen Gant

By Darren Tran

By Holly Szabados

Honeycombs

by Opemua “Emmanuel” Edelifo

love is found in the mundane

our love was born in the shared pain

intricately layered in insecurity

flashbacks of infidelity

longing for something

heavenly

love is found in the mundane

love is found in small moments

like this

don’t hold my hand

tease a kiss

love is found in

honeyed lips

honey thighs

a tummy ache

this silly feeling

so tender

makes my body quake

sun filled eyes

a simple smile

the moon and her stars

pale in your presence

warm hands

roam around

my heart, so effervescent

sugar

so sweet,

pull you in by the waist

and when the lips collide

i intend to savour the taste

of love grown in a safe space

love built in conversation

love found in the mundane

By Sadie Badour

Soapstone penguin, 9.7 cm high

Sculpture and artist statement by Carolann Elliott

Some four decades ago, I saw a photo of a male emperor penguin cradling his egg on his feet. This is my carving of that idea. My penguin has been battered over the years, but that is alright; I, too, have changed. I used to think of myself as non-creative and unartistic, in the traditional sense of the arts, but my sculptures have proven me wrong. I now understand that creativity also flourishes in other aspects of life. I express it in solving problems, teaching, crafting an essay, ecstatic dance, and making a ground-nut stew that tastes just right. Over the past four years I have enjoyed the creativity of all of you, my fellow students. Your ideas, questions, answers, and enthusiasm have immensely enriched my life. I grieve over the shared experiences that we missed, as a result of Covid 19. Yet I carry you in my heart. Best wishes as you continue your journeys, and may we meet again.

By Darren Tran

By Sadie Badour

There is something more...

By Mariana Neyens

There is something more

In between the waters of heaven and hell

You can feel me slipping there

My tongue learns new languages to cope

Melting God into my fingertips

The fire smells strong, but tastes as sweet

Are you wading through the waters?

My skin speaks of being never here, never there

By Darren Tran

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Kokomi (Genshin Impact) by Émilie Mireault

Tsuki (Billie) by Émilie Mireault

Joy by Kathleen Gant

Aphrodite by Julia Dolansky-Overland

Strange

By Opemua "Emmanuel" Edelifo

tears often fall

from love estranged

as i recall

that precious day

my eyes met your face

and now

the memory fades

headfirst

i fall

as you made a place

right in my core

will you stay?

back bent

i beg you

for more

your scent still remains

on these velvet wears

the pictures contain

smiles blotted with tears

isn’t it strange

the distance and space

leave me

filled

with you

Persephone by Julia Dolansky-Overland

Sawako (Kimi ni Todoke) by Émilie Mireault

By Erin Wai

Spider-man Homecoming by Kathleen Gant

Chihiro from Spirited Away by Kathleen Gant

Hugh Manatee 4 Times

By Hugh Manatee, with the assistance of M. Commentary by T.

[Fig 1. Hugh Manatee 4 Times. AI-Painting, modelled by Hugh Manatee, photographed by M. 2022. This classic piece, submitted alongside the subsequent Ode, showcases a sequential metamorphosis prophetically charting Manatee’s cultural legacy from simple Meme Hut dweller to icon of the New Society. Due to its current use in currency, speculation abounds on the unexplained repeating roman numeric signature 10-11-10-11.]

I Am Always Watching, an Ode to the Lounge

Transcribed by T, advised by M, from the maw of Hugh Manatee

Flat eyes of phat guys / the huge man is me.

I am always watching / never apart of the part of the Geheimen Rat.

Hugh would never understand / the manatee.

The Listening Raven curls its tail ‘round the cockle of my sick tats,

Who man-tioned a tr-ee of immortal life / when I am paper and magazine skin?

Archiving your simple philosophy, shuft tragedy, insofern *randon.

Humanity / Within.

In this illusive tandem, I swear my poem isn’t random!

In Quebec they eat pizza like, "Oh mon dieu

I’m considering the Unmoved Mover / and I wish that it’d Move me sooner.

C'est la plus belle pizza que j'ai jamais vu

Wish I was a bit more zealous / cuz I’ve got a case of unmet Telos.

Le fromage est frais, c'est vraiment mieux

Wish that I could understand / the simple mechanism of Smith’s obscure Hand.

Que le dernier film de Gérard Depardieu."

Nietzche / defeats me.

Looking for a fun time?

Because I was, until you forgot that I’m

In odorous clouds these words are sung as a near whalesong.

Here. And watching peasants never felt so wrong

In stank whiffs my thoughts fizz and firework.

As when I became a backdrop jerk:

In fun times my man a-teases teets an’ a mmm.

Wallflowering, wallblossoming, wallways watching you, specifically.

Amenatee.

Transcriber's note to I Am Always Watching, an Ode to the Lounge:

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[Transcriber’s Note: The preceding poem is a seminal example of the Manitughan Watchensplat genre (2022-2058), pioneered by Hugh Manatee (130 BCE-2025 CE). Manatee was a mermanatee hatched in the salt-farms of the Pharisees, made an immortal collage-being by the holy grail a century before Jesus got deceased, lost in hollow earth during the Phantom Time Hypotheses, rediscovered by the Portuguese, during the Great Lisbon Earthquake fell into the seas, became the muse of famous individualities, and had many other adventures before eventually washing aground in the ‘Meme Hut’ of Carleton’s Humanities department. It was there that Hugh was finally named, two millennia after his birth, and there that his wealth of experience combined with observation of 50 select mortals to make Watchensplat. With the aid of his two rescuers (M & T), he would publish the first instance of this new genre in the 2022 North Journal, the poem you read now, alongside the noted photography piece Hugh Manatee 4 Times.

The first thing noticeable is the advanced two-dimensional style. Two interlinked branes of pure thought give contrapastoid simu-commentary encapsulating a mood formatted as metaphysical hologram. The concept of “watching” had never been so complicated (except perhaps in the ‘40s film classic ‘Peeping Manatee, Listening Raven’.)

The ode grapples with many layers in a satisfying and better-than-divine tone unlike anything previously written. As much as this may seem distinctly modern, it’s rooted in its own time. For example, a modern reader may assume that “Geheimen Rat” is a shout-out to the Consciousness of mutant rat-kings who threaten the Western Border, but Manatee is actually referring to the Old German word for “secret council”, in the sense that the humans he watched met frequently and kept secrets.* Just like Shakespeare, Manatee plays with his own name and hides it in otherwise normal lines (“man a-teases teets an’ a mmm” is a particular highlight, being a subtle spoken palindrome.)** The Late Modern Era was defined by social division and painful interiority such as the poet struggles with, as well as issues of odour. Despite being a collegial collage-thing, Hugh Manatee is recorded to have had ‘bad smell’ worse than ‘ultimate stink’, which must have impacted his mental state.

This poem’s statement of love was moving enough that (following the dissolution of Carleton’s Humanities program) a copy of the 2022 North Journal was found and kept by Juliet Melrose (2023-present) while scrounging for soulwood. In particular, she was drawn to the line about ‘pizza’ due to deep childhood memories from before the Pan-American Pan-Pizza Extinction. As we all know, after the New Society’s foundation, the inspiration Melrose took from Manatee’s verse sparked a renaissance of Manitughan Watchensplat, culminating in two of Hugh Manatee’s four famous faces being put on the 3/6 coin and the 5/4 bill.]

*Avid Manatee scholar Bertold Bibliography’s exhumation of 2020s data-motes determined that one of these secrets may have involved a theft of valued goods and a container covered in important artwork.

**This style would see apotheosis in Manatee’s final work, the novel Hued Manifold Teases, which famously encodes his name once into all of its 30,000 sentences (including, cleverly, the sentence which lasts 179 pages and constitutes chapters Seven through Thirteen).

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