I rather assume that the equation between Jack Sheppard and Jack Shaftoe in
Stephenson's *Baroque Cycle* is pelucid -- but is it?
... how we reach back from Deacon Brodie's silver throat to booze and the
blowens have done for them aw is a little more complicated -- Matsell's A
Hundred Stretches has a weird link back to Maginn and Blackwood's -- jeezus,
make angels weep!
Vidoque, thou should'st be living at this hour.
Jus'ta thot ...
... but ....
Rodent
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