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| Jute. 'Zmorde! | 1 | |
| Mutt. Meldundleize! By the fearse wave behoughted. Des- | 2 | |
| pond's sung. And thanacestross mound have swollup | 3 | |
| them all. This ourth of years is not save brickdust | 4 | |
| and being humus the same roturns. He who runes | 5 | |
| may rede it on all fours. O'c'stle, n'wc'stle, tr'c'stle, | 6 | |
| crumbling! Sell me sooth the fare for Humblin! Hum- | 7 | |
| blady Fair. But speak it allsosiftly, moulder! Be in | 8 | |
| your whisht! | 9 | |
| Jute. Whysht? | 10 | |
| Mutt. The gyant Forficules with Amni the fay. | 11 | |
| Jute. Howe? | 12 | |
| Mutt. Here is viceking's graab. | 13 | |
| Jute. Hwaad ! | 14 | |
| Mutt. Ore you astoneaged, jute you? | 15 | |
| Jute. Oye am thonthorstrok, thing mud. | 16 | |
| (Stoop) if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what curios | 17 | |
| of signs (please stoop), in this allaphbed! Can you rede (since | 18 | |
| We and Thou had it out already) its world? It is the same told | 19 | |
| of all. Many. Miscegenations on miscegenations. Tieckle. They | 20 | |
| lived und laughed ant loved end left. Forsin. Thy thingdome is | 21 | |
| given to the Meades and Porsons. The meandertale, aloss and | 22 | |
| again, of our old Heidenburgh in the days when Head-in-Clouds | 23 | |
| walked the earth. In the ignorance that implies impression that | 24 | |
| knits knowledge that finds the nameform that whets the wits that | 25 | |
| convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that | 26 | |
| adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that en- | 27 | |
| tails the ensuance of existentiality. But with a rush out of his | 28 | |
| navel reaching the reredos of Ramasbatham. A terricolous vively- | 29 | |
| onview this; queer and it continues to be quaky. A hatch, a celt, | 30 | |
| an earshare the pourquose of which was to cassay the earthcrust at | 31 | |
| all of hours, furrowards, bagawards, like yoxen at the turnpaht. | 32 | |
| Here say figurines billycoose arming and mounting. Mounting and | 33 | |
| arming bellicose figurines see here. Futhorc, this liffle effingee is for | 34 | |
| a firefing called a flintforfall. Face at the eased! O I fay! Face at the | 35 | |
| waist! Ho, you fie! Upwap and dump em, ace to ace! When a | 36 |
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