Fascinating picture hang wasn't there something about the Tally Man when we
were hard up when I was a kid !!-'no my mum's not at home!'
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Sent: 22 January 2015 15:02
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Subject: apologies again for being late
I watched one tallying today. By the dock.
He was superb; managing three boats, five men,
with a charcoal stick against the white-washed stone.
Each of the labourers had a different pace,
doubtless intending to outwit him; he was good.
He saw, I guess, a line that no one drew,
a line for each man working. When each crossed
their line, he marked it, black on white, boldly,
dividing attention, without it slackening,
like a fisherman landing prey or guards on watch;
and at the fifth in every case, he cut
through the previous four, like one harvesting
with a scythe, in one movement which could only
be extended to mark uprights elsewhere
as fast and as dexterous as boys at harps.
Only now I think he was left-handed.
They wanted to cheat him. They didn't dare.
He took no part in further operation.
The counted sacks, crates and bottles were snatched
by other men, whom I assume owned them,
as a mouse or familiar takes what it can get.