‘There is no Sabra Cadabra. There is no myth and the stories that lie do not lie well. There is no Sabra Cadabra and there she does not watch us with her smile. They tease you. There is no Sabra Cadabra and she was never of the Arlechhino. These are not the Graf’s crows. Put from your mind the old velvet of tiny waistcoats. There is no old gold, there is no Sabra Cadabra.’
‘There is no Sabra Cadabra and she will not stand so close whilst you sleep that her raindrop breath makes gemstones on your cheeks. She is not found amongst the tallest rooftops remaining, where examples have never been made. This city does not like the workings of a clock, turn. There is no Sabra Cadabra, move along.’
‘There is no Sabra Cadabra. There is no pain, there is no glass, There is no blade of grass. Be careless as you pass. Move then if short, along. There is no show, it is not about to start. There is no evil. There is no Karn. He is not numbered. There is no Sabra Cadabra.’
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