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the Little Old Man's and All Swell That Aimswell, the Cup and1
the Stirrup, he sought his wellwarmed leababobed in a hous-2
ingroom Abide With Oneanother at Block W.W., (why didn't3
he back it?) Pump Court, The Liberties, and, what with4
moltapuke on voltapuke, resnored alcoh alcoho alcoherently to5
the burden of I come, my horse delayed, nom num, the sub-6
stance of the tale of the evangelical bussybozzy and the rusinur-7
bean (the 'girls' he would keep calling them for the collarette8
and skirt, the sunbonnet and carnation) in parts (it seemed he9
was before the eyots of martas or otherwales the thirds of fossil-10
years, he having beham with katya when lavinias had her mens11
lease to sea in a psumpship doodly show whereat he was looking12
for fight niggers with whilde roarses) oft in the chilly night (the13
metagonistic! the epickthalamorous!) during uneasy slumber in14
their hearings of a small and stonybroke cashdraper's executive,15
Peter Cloran (discharged), O'Mara, an exprivate secretary of no16
fixed abode (locally known as Mildew Lisa), who had passed17
several nights, funnish enough, in a doorway under the blankets18
of homelessness on the bunk of iceland, pillowed upon the stone19
of destiny colder than man's knee or woman's breast, and20
Hosty, (no slouch of a name), an illstarred beachbusker, who,21
sans rootie and sans scrapie, suspicioning as how he was setting22
on a twoodstool on the verge of selfabyss, most starved, with23
melancholia over everything in general, (night birman, you served24
him with natigal's nano !) had been towhead tossing on his shake-25
down, devising ways and manners of means, of what he loved26
to ifidalicence somehow or other in the nation getting a hold of27
some chap's parabellum in the hope of taking a wing sociable28
and lighting upon a sidewheel dive somewhere off the Dullkey29
Downlairy and Bleakrooky tramaline where he could throw true30
and go and blow the sibicidal napper off himself for two bits to31
boldywell baltitude in the peace and quitybus of a one sure shot32
bottle, he after having being trying all he knew with the lady's33
help of Madam Gristle for upwards of eighteen calanders to get34
out of Sir Patrick Dun's, through Sir Humphrey Jervis's and35
into the Saint Kevin's bed in the Adelaide's hosspittles (from36

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