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2 Say where! A timbrelfill of twinkletinkle.
Zweispaltung as
mea. The doubleviewed seeds. Nun, lemmas
Fundemaintalish
quatsch, vide pervoys akstiom, and I think as
of Wiederher-
I’m suqeez in the limon, stickme punctum, but
stellung.
for semenal rations I’d likelong, by Araxes,
to mack a capital Pee for Pride down there
on the batom 1 where Hoddum and Heave, our
monsterbilker, balked his bawd of parodies.
And let you go, Airmienious, and mick your
modest mock Pie out of Humbles up your
end. Where your apexojesus will be a point
of order. With a geing groan grunt and a
croak click cluck. 2 And my faceage kink and
kurkle trying to make keek peep. 3 Are you
right there, Michael, are you right? Do you
think you can hold on by sitting tight? Well,
of course, it’s awful angelous. Still I don’t feel
it’s so dangelous. Ay, I’m right here, Nickel,
and I’ll write. Singing the top line why it
suits me mikey fine. But, yaghags hogwarts
and arrahquinonthiance, it’s the muddest thick
that was ever heard dump since Eggsmather
got smothered in the plap of the pfan. Now,
to compleat anglers, beloved bironthiarn and
hushtokan hishtakatsch, join alfa pea and
pull loose by dotties and, to be more
sparematically logoical, eelpie and paleale by
trunkles. Alow me align while I encloud
especious ! The Nike done it. Like pah,4 I peh.
Innate little bondery. And as plane as a poke
stiff.5 Now, aqua in buccat. I’ll make you to
see figuratleavely the whome of your eternal
1 Parsee ffrench for the upholdsterer would be delightered.
2 I’ll pass out if the screw spliss his strut.
3 Thargam then goeligum? If you sink I can, swimford. Suksumkale!
4 Hasitatense?
5 The impudence of that in girl’s things!
Destiny, In-
geomater. And if you flung her headdress on
flunce of Design
her from under her highlows you’d wheeze
upon.
whyse Salmonson set his seel on a hexen-
Prometheus or
gown.1 Hissss!, Arrah, go on! Fin for fun!
the Promise of
You’ve spat your shower like a son of Sibernia
Provision
but let’s have at it! Subtend to me now! Pisk!
Outer serpumstances beiug ekewilled, we care-
fully, if she pleats, lift by her seam hem and
jabote at the spidsiest of her trickkikant (like
thousands done before since fillies calpered.
Ocone ! Ocone !) the maidsapron of our A.L.P.,
fearfully! till its nether nadir is vortically where
(allow me aright to two cute winkles) its naval’s
napex will have to beandbe. You must proach
near mear for at is dark. Lob. And light
your mech. Jeldy! And this is what you’ll say.2
Waaaaaa. Tch! Sluice! Pla! And their, redneck,
(for addn’t we to gayatsee with Puhl the Pun-
kah’s bell?)mygh and thy, the living spit of
dead waters, 3 fastness firm of Hurdlebury Fenn,
discinct and isoplural in its (your sow to
the duble) sixuous parts, flument, fluvey and
fluteous, midden wedge of the stream’s your
muddy old triagonal delta, fiho miho, plain
for you now, appia lippia pluvaville, (hop the
hula, girls!) the no niggard spot of her safety
vulve, first of all usquiluteral threeingles, (and
why wouldn’t she sit cressloggedlike the lass
that lured a tailor?) the constant of fluxion,
Mahamewetma, pride of the province 4 and
when that tidled boare rutches up from the
Afrantic, allaph quaran’s his bett und bier! 5
1 The chape of Do¤a Speranza of the Nacion.
2 Ugol egal ogle. Mi vidim Mi.
3 It is, it is Sangannon’s dream.
4 And all meinkind.
5 Whangpoos the paddle and whiss whee whoo.
Their Rule.
Paa lickam laa lickam, apl lpa ! This it is an her.
Ecclasiastical
You see her it. Which it whom you see it is
and Celestial
her. And if you could goaneggbetter we’d soon
Hierarchies. The
see some raffant scrumala riffa. Quicks herit
Ascending. The
fossyending. Quef! So post that to your pape
Descending.
and smarket ! And you can haul up that languil
The peripatetic
pennant, mate. I’ve read your tunc’s dimissage.
periphery. It’s
For, let it be taken that her littlenist is of no
Allothesis.
magnetude or again let it be granted that Doll
the laziest can be dissimulant with all respects
from Doll the fiercst, thence must any what-
youlike in the power of empthood be either
greater than or less than the unitate we
have in one or hence shall the vectorious ready-
eyes of evertwo circumflicksrent searclhers
never film in the elipsities of their gyribouts
those fickers which are returnally reprodictive
of themselves. 1 Which is unpassible. Quarrel-
lary. The logos of somewome to that base any-
thing, when most characteristically mantissa
minus, comes to nullum in the endth: 2 orso,
here is nowet badder than the sin of Aha with
his cosin Lil, verswaysed on coverswised, and
all that’s consecants and cotangincies till Per-
perp stops repippinghim since her redtangles
are all abscissan for limitsing this tendency of
our Frivulteeny Sexuagesima 3 to expense her-
selfs as sphere as possible, paradismic peri-
mutter, in all directions on the bend of the
unbridalled, the infinisissimalls of her facets
becoming manier and manier as the calicolum
of her umdescribables (one has thoughts of
that eternal Rome) shrinks from schurtiness
Ambages and
1 I enjoy as good as anyone.
2 Neither a soul to be saved nor a body to be kicked.
3 The boast of the town.
to scherts. 1 Scholium, there are trist sigheds to
Canine Venus
everysing but ichs on the freed brings euchs to
sublimated to
the feared. Qued? Mother of us all! O, dear
Aulidic
me, look at that now! I don’t know is it your
Aphrodite.
spictre or my omination but I’m glad you
Exclusivism: the
dimentioned it ! My Lourde ! My Lourde ! If
Ors, Sors and
that aint just the beatenest lay I ever see ! And
Fors, which?
a superpbosition ! Quoint a quincidence ! O.K.
Omnius Kollidimus. As Ollover Krumwall
sayed when he slepped ueber his grannya-
mother. Kangaroose feathers: Who in the name
of thunder’d ever belevin you were that bolt?
But you’re holy mooxed and gaping up the
wrong palce 2 as if you was seeheeing the gheist
that stays forenenst, you blessed simpletop
domefool! Where’s your belested loiternan’s
lamp? Y
ou must lap wandret down the bluish-
ing refluction below. Her trunk’s not her brain-
box. Hear where the bolgylines, Yseen here the
puncture. So he done it. Luck! See her good.
Well, well, well, well! O dee, O dee, that’s
very lovely ! We like Simperspreach Hammel-
tones to fellow Selvertunes O’Haggans. 3 When
he rolls over his ars and shows the hise of his
heels. Vely lovely entilely! Like a yangsheep-
slang with the tsifengtse. So analytical plaus-
ible ! And be the powers of Moll Kelly, neigh-
bour topsowyer, it will be a lozenge to me all
my lauffe. 4 More better twofeller we been speak
copperads. Ever thought about Guinness’s?
And the regrettable Parson Rome’s advice?
1 Hen’s bens, are we soddy we missiled her?
2 I call that a scumhead.
3 Pure chingchong idiotism with any way words all in one soluble. Gee
each owe tea eye smells fish. That’s U.
4 The Doodles family, Hoodle doodle,
fam.?
Primanouriture
SICK US A
and Ultimo-
Want to join the police. 1 You know, you were
SOCK WITH
geniture
always one of the bright ones, since a foot
SOME SEDI-
No Sturm. No
made you an unmentionable,fakes ! You know,
MENT IN IT
Drang.
you’re the divver’s own smart gossoon, aequal
FOR THE
to yoursell and wanigel to anglyother, so you
SAKE OF OUR
are, hoax! You know, you’ll be dampned, so
DARNING
you will, one of these invernal days but you
WIVES
will be,carrotty! 2
Wherapool, gayet that when he stop look
time he stop long ground who here hurry he
would have ever the lothst word, with a sweet
me ah err eye ear marie to reat from the jacob’s3
and a shypull for toothsake of his armjaws
at the slidepage of de Vere Foster, would and
could candykissing P. Kevin to fress up the
rinnerung and to ate by hart (leo I read, such a
spanish, escribibis all your mycoscoups) wont
to nibbleh ravenostonnoriously ihs mum to
me in bewonderment of his chipper chuthor
for, while that Other by the halp of his creac-
tive mind offered to deleberate the mass from
the booty of fight our Same with the holp
of the bounty of food sought to delubberate
the mess from his corructive mund, with his
muffetee cuffes ownconsciously grafficking
with his sinister cyclopes after trigamies and
spirals’ wobbles pursuiting their rovinghamil-
ton selves and godolphing in fairlove to see
around the waste of noland’s browne jesus 4
(thur him no quartos!) till that on him poorin
sweat the juggaleer’s veins (quench his quill!)
in his napier scrag stud out bursthright tam-
1 Picking on Nickagain, Pikey Mikey?
2 Early morning, sir Dav Stephens, said the First Gentleman in youreups.
3 Bag bag blockcheap, have you any will?
4 What a lubberly whide elephant for the men-in-the-straits!
Illustration.
quam taughtropes. (Spry him! call a blood
Ascription of the
lekar! Where’s Dr Brassenaarse?) Es war itwas
Active.
in his priesterrite. O He Must Suffer ! From this
Proscription of
misbelieving feacemaker to his noncredible
the Passive
fancyflame. 1 Ask for bosthoon, late for Mass,
pray for blaablaablack sheep. (Sure you could
wright anny pippap passage, Eye bet, as foyne
as that moultylousy Erewhig, yerself, mick!
Nock the muddy nickers! 2 Christ’s Church
varses Bellial !) Dear and he went on to scripple
gentlemine born, milady bread, he would pen
for her, he would pine for her, 3 how he would
patpun fun for all 4 with his frolicky frowner
so and his glumsome grinner otherso. And how
are you, waggy? 5 My animal his sorrafool!
And trieste, ah trieste ate I my liver! Se non ‚
vero son trovatore. O jerry! He was soso, harriot
all! He was sadfellow, steifel! He was mister-
mysterion. Like a purate out of pensionee with