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| under the ban of our infrarational senses fore the last milch- | 1 | |
| camel, the heartvein throbbing between his eyebrowns, has still to | 2 | |
| moor before the tomb of his cousin charmian where his date is | 3 | |
| tethered by the palm that's hers. But the horn, the drinking, the | 4 | |
| day of dread are not now. A bone, a pebble, a ramskin; chip them, | 5 | |
| chap them, cut them up allways; leave them to terracook in the | 6 | |
| muttheringpot: and Gutenmorg with his cromagnom charter, | 7 | |
| tintingfast and great primer must once for omniboss step rub- | 8 | |
| rickredd out of the wordpress else is there no virtue more in al- | 9 | |
| cohoran. For that (the rapt one warns) is what papyr is meed | 10 | |
| of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints. Till ye finally | 11 | |
| (though not yet endlike) meet with the acquaintance of Mister | 12 | |
| Typus, Mistress Tope and all the little typtopies. Fillstup. So you | 13 | |
| need hardly spell me how every word will be bound over to carry | 14 | |
| three score and ten toptypsical readings throughout the book of | 15 | |
| Doublends Jined (may his forehead be darkened with mud who | 16 | |
| would sunder!) till Daleth, mahomahouma, who oped it closeth | 17 | |
| thereof the. Dor. | 18 | |
| Cry not yet! There's many a smile to Nondum, with sytty | 19 | |
| maids per man, sir, and the park's so dark by kindlelight. But | 20 | |
| look what you have in your handself! The movibles are scrawl- | 21 | |
| ing in motions, marching, all of them ago, in pitpat and zingzang | 22 | |
| for every busy eerie whig's a bit of a torytale to tell. One's upon | 23 | |
| a thyme and two's behind their lettice leap and three's among the | 24 | |
| strubbely beds. And the chicks picked their teeths and the domb- | 25 | |
| key he begay began. You can ask your ass if he believes it. And | 26 | |
| so cuddy me only wallops have heels. That one of a wife with | 27 | |
| folty barnets. For then was the age when hoops ran high. Of a | 28 | |
| noarch and a chopwife; of a pomme full grave and a fammy of | 29 | |
| levity; or of golden youths that wanted gelding; or of what the | 30 | |
| mischievmiss made a man do. Malmarriedad he was reverso- | 31 | |
| gassed by the frisque of her frasques and her prytty pyrrhique. | 32 | |
| Maye faye, she's la gaye this snaky woman! From that trippiery | 33 | |
| toe expectungpelick! Veil, volantine, valentine eyes. She's the | 34 | |
| very besch Winnie blows Nay on good. Flou inn, flow ann. | 35 | |
| Hohore! So it's sure it was her not we! But lay it easy, gentle | 36 |
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