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derry padouasoys, girdle and braces by the halfmoon and Seven		1
Stars, russets from the Blackamoor's Head, amongst the climbing		2
boys at his Eagle and Child and over the corn and hay emptors		3
at their Black and All Black, Mrs F . . . A . . . saidaside, half in		4
stage of whisper to her confidante glass, while recoopering her		5
cartwheel chapot (ahat! --- and we now know what thimbles a		6
baquets on lallance a talls mean), she hoped Sid Arthar would		7
git a Chrissman's portrout of orange and lemonsized orchids with		8
hollegs and ether, from the feeatre of the Innocident, as the		9
worryld had been uncained. Then, while it is odrous comparison-		10
ing to the sprangflowers of his burstday which was a virid-		11
able goddinpotty for the reinworms and the charlattinas and all		12
branches of climatitis, it has been such a wanderful noyth untirely,		13
added she, with many regards to Maha's pranjapansies. (Tart!)		14
Prehistoric, obitered to his dictaphone an entychologist: his pro-		15
penomen is a properismenon. A dustman nocknamed Seven-		16
churches in the employ of Messrs Achburn, Soulpetre and		17
Ashreborn, prairmakers, Glintalook, was asked by the sisterhood		18
the vexed question during his midday collation of leaver and		19
buckrom alternatively with stenk and kitteney phie in a hash-		20
housh and, thankeaven, responsed impulsively: We have just been		21
propogandering his nullity suit and what they took out of his ear		22
among my own crush. All our fellows at O'Dea's sages with		23
Aratar Calaman he is a cemented brick, buck it all! A more nor		24
usually sober cardriver, who was jauntingly hosing his runabout,		25
Ginger Jane, took a strong view. Lorry hosed her as he talked		26
and this is what he told rewritemen: Irewaker is just a plain pink		27
joint reformee in private life but folks all have it by brehemons		28
laws he has parliamentary honours. Eiskaffier said (Louigi's, you		29
know that man's, brillant Savourain): Mon foie, you wish to ave		30
some homelette, yes, lady! Good, mein leber! Your hegg he must		31
break himself See, I crack, so, he sit in the poele, umbedimbt!		32
A perspirer (over sixty) who was keeping up his tennises panted		33
he kne ho har twa to clect infamatios but a diffpair flannels climb		34
wall and trespassing on doorbell. After fullblown Braddon hear		35
this fresky troterella! A railways barmaid's view (they call her		36

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testimony with benefit of clergy. His Thing Mod have undone		1
him: and his madthing has done him man. His beneficiaries are		2
legion in the part he created: they number up his years. Greatwheel		3
Dunlop was the name was on him: behung, all we are his bisaacles.		4
As hollyday in his house so was he priest and king to that: ulvy		5
came, envy saw, ivy conquered. Lou ! Lou! They have waved his		6
green boughs o'er him as they have torn him limb from lamb.		7
For his muertification and uxpiration and dumnation and annu-		8
hulation. With schreis and grida, deprofound souspirs. Steady,		9
sullivans! Mannequins pause! Longtong's breach is fallen down		10
but Graunya's spreed's abroad. Ahdostay, feedailyones, and feel		11
the Flucher's bawls for the total of your flouts is not fit to fan his		12
fettle, O! Have a ring and sing wohl! Chin, chin! Chin, chin!		13
And of course all chimed din width the eatmost boviality. Swip-		14
ing rums and beaunes and sherries and ciders and negus and cit-		15
ronnades too. The strongers. Oho, oho, Mester Begge, you're		16
about to be bagged in the bog again. Bugge. But softsies seuf-		17
sighed: Eheu, for gassies! But, lo! lo! by the threnning gods,		18
human, erring and condonable, what the statues of our kuo, who		19
is the messchef be our kuang, ashu ashure there, the unforgettable		20
treeshade looms up behind the jostling judgements of those, as		21
all should owe, malrecapturable days.		22
Tap and pat and tapatagain, (fire firstshot, Missiers the Refusel-		23
eers! Peingpeong! For saxonlootie!) three tommix, soldiers free,		24
cockaleak and cappapee, of the Coldstream. Guards were walking,		25
in (pardonnez-leur, je vous en prie, eh?) Montgomery Street. One		26
voiced an opinion in which on either wide (pardonnez!), nod-		27
ding, all the Finner Camps concurred (je vous en prie, eh?). It		28
was the first woman, they said, souped him, that fatal wellesday,		29
Lili Coninghams, by suggesting him they go in a field. Wroth		30
mod eldfar, ruth redd stilstand, wrath wrackt wroth, confessed		31
private Pat Marchison retro. (Terse!) Thus contenters with san-		32
toys play. One of our coming Vauxhall ontheboards who is		33
resting for the moment (she has been callit by a noted stagey ele-		34
cutioner a wastepacket Sittons) was interfeud in a waistend pewty		35
parlour. Looking perhaps even more pewtyflushed in her cherry-		36

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raised the rains have levelled but we hear the pointers and can		1
gauge their compass for the melos yields the mode and the mode		2
the manners plicyman, plansiman, plousiman, plab. Tsin tsin tsin		3
tsin! The forefarther folkers for a prize of two peaches with		4
Ming, Ching and Shunny on the lie low lea. We'll sit down on		5
the hope of the ghouly ghost for the titheman troubleth but his		6
hantitat hies not here. They answer from their Zoans; Hear the		7
four of them! Hark torroar of them! I, says Armagh, and a'm		8
proud o'it. I, says Clonakilty, God help us! I, says Deansgrange,		9
and say nothing. I, says Barna, and whatabout it? Hee haw! Be-		10
fore he fell hill he filled heaven: a stream, alplapping streamlet,		11
coyly coiled um, cool of her curls: We were but thermites then,		12
wee, wee. Our antheap we sensed as a Hill of Allen, the Barrow		13
for an People, one Jotnursfjaell: and it was a grummelung amung		14
the porktroop that wonderstruck us as a thunder, yunder.		15
Thus the unfacts, did we possess them, are too imprecisely		16
few to warrant our certitude, the evidencegivers by legpoll too		17
untrustworthily irreperible where his adjugers are semmingly		18
freak threes but his judicandees plainly minus twos. Neverthe-		19
less Madam's Toshowus waxes largely more lifeliked (entrance,		20
one kudos; exits, free) and our notional gullery is now com-		21
pletely complacent, an exegious monument, aerily perennious.		22
Oblige with your blackthorns; gamps, degrace! And there many		23
have paused before that exposure of him by old Tom Quad, a		24
flashback in which he sits sated, gowndabout, in clericalease ha-		25
bit, watching bland sol slithe dodgsomely into the nethermore,		26
a globule of maugdleness about to corrugitate his mild dewed		27
cheek and the tata of a tiny victorienne, Alys, pressed by his		28
limper looser.		29
Yet certes one is. Eher the following winter had overed the		30
pages of nature's book and till Ceadurbar-atta-Cleath became		31
Dablena Tertia, the shadow of the huge outlander, maladik, mult-		32
vult, magnoperous, had bulked at the bar of a rota of tribunals in		33
manor hall as in thieves' kitchen, mid pillow talk and chithouse		34
chat, on Marlborough Green as through Molesworth Fields, here		35
sentenced pro tried with Jedburgh justice, there acquitted con-		36

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bawl, the copycus's description of that fellowcommuter's play		1
upon countenants, could simply imagine themselves in their bo-		2
som's inmost core, as pro tem locums timesported acorss the yawn-		3
ing (abyss), as once they were seasiders, listening to the cockshy-		4
shooter's evensong evocation of the doomed but always ventri-		5
loquent Agitator, (nonot more plangorpound the billows o'er		6
Thounawahallya Reef!) silkhouatted, a whallrhosmightiadd, a-		7
ginsst the dusk of skumring, (would that fane be Saint Muezzin's		8
calling --- holy places ! --- and this fez brimless as brow of faithful		9
toucher of the ground, did wish it were --- blessed be the bones !		10
--- the ghazi, power of his sword.) his manslayer's gunwielder		11
protended towards that overgrown leadpencil which was soon,		12
monumentally at least, to rise as Molyvdokondylon to, to be, to		13
be his mausoleum (O'dan stod tillsteyne at meisies aye skould		14
show pon) while olover his exculpatory features, as Roland rung,		15
a wee dropeen of grief about to sillonise his jouejous, the ghost		16
of resignation diffused a spectral appealingness, as a young man's		17
drown o'er the fate of his waters may gloat, similar in origin and		18
akkurat in effective to a beam of sunshine upon a coffin plate.		19
Not olderwise Inn the days of the Bygning would our Travel-		20
ler remote, unfriended, from van Demon's Land, some lazy		21
skald or maundering pote, lift wearywilly his slowcut snobsic		22
eyes to the semisigns of his zooteac and lengthily lingering along		23
flaskneck, cracket cup, downtrodden brogue, turfsod, wild-		24
broom, cabbageblad, stockfisch, longingly learn that there at the		25
Angel were herberged for him poteen and tea and praties and		26
baccy and wine width woman wordth warbling: and informally		27
quasi-begin to presquesm'ile to queasithin' (Nonsense! There		28
was not very much windy Nous blowing at the given moment		29
through the hat of Mr Melancholy Slow!)		30
? ? But in the pragma what formal cause made a smile of that to-		31
think? Who was he to whom? (O'Breen's not his name nor the		32
brown one his maid.) Whose are the placewheres? Kiwasti, kis-		33
ker, kither, kitnabudja? Tal the tem of the tumulum. Giv the gav		34
of the grube. Be it cudgelplayers' country, orfishfellows' town or		35
leeklickers' land or panbpanungopovengreskey. What regnans		36

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so as he was able to add) lobe before the Great Schoolmaster's.		1
(I tell you no story.) Smile!		2
The house of Atreox is fallen indeedust (Ilyam, Ilyum! Mae-		3
romor Mournomates !) averging on blight like the mundibanks of		4
Fennyana, but deeds bounds going arise again. Life, he himself		5
said once, (his biografiend, in fact, kills him verysoon, if yet not,		6
after) is a wake, livit or krikit, and on the bunk of our bread-		7
winning lies the cropse of our seedfather, a phrase which the		8
establisher of the world by law might pretinately write across		9
the chestfront of all manorwombanborn. The scene, refreshed,		10
reroused, was never to be forgotten, the hen and crusader ever-		11
intermutuomergent, for later in the century one of that puisne		12
band of factferreters, (then an excivily (out of the custom huts)		13
(retired), (hurt), under the sixtyfives act) in a dressy black modern		14
style and wewere shiny tan burlingtons, (tam, homd and dicky,		15
quopriquos and peajagd) rehearsed it, pippa pointing, with a		16
dignified (copied) bow to a namecousin of the late archdeacon		17
F. X. Preserved Coppinger (a hot fellow in his night, may the		18
mouther of guard have mastic on him!) in a pullwoman of our		19
first transhibernian with one still sadder circumstance which is a		20
dirkandurk heartskewerer if ever to bring bouncing brimmers		21
from marbled eyes. Cycloptically through the windowdisks and		22
with eddying awes the round eyes of the rundreisers, back to back,		23
buck to bucker, on their airish chaunting car, beheld with in-		24
touristing anterestedness the clad pursue the bare, the bare the		25
green, the green the frore, the frore the cladagain, as their convoy		26
wheeled encirculingly abound the gigantig's lifetree, our fire-		27
leaved loverlucky blomsterbohm, phoenix in our woodlessness,		28
haughty, cacuminal, erubescent (repetition!) whose roots they be		29
asches with lustres of peins. For as often as the Archicadenus,		30
pleacing aside his Irish Field and craving their auriculars to re-		31
cepticle particulars before they got the bump at Castlebar (mat		32
and far!) spoke of it by request all, hearing in this new reading		33
of the part whereby, because of Dyas in his machina, the new		34
garrickson's grimacing grimaldism hypostasised by substintua-		35
tion the axiomatic orerotundity of that once grand old elrington		36

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Downaboo! Hup, boys, and hat him! See! Oilbeam they're lost		1
we've fount rerembrandtsers, their hours to date link these heirs		2
to here but wowhere are those yours of Yestersdays? Farseeinge-		3
therich and Poolaulwoman Charachthercuss and his Ann van		4
Vogt. D.e.e.d! Edned, ended or sleeping soundlessly? Favour		5
with your tongues! Intendite!		6
Any dog's life you list you may still hear them at it, like sixes		7
and seventies as eversure as Halley's comet, ulemamen, sobran-		8
jewomen, storthingboys and dumagirls, as they pass its bleak and		9
bronze portal of your Casaconcordia: Huru more Nee, minny		10
frickans? Hwoorledes har Dee det? Losdoor onleft mladies, cue.		11
Millecientotrigintadue scudi. Tippoty, kyrie, tippoty. Cha kai		12
rotty kai makkar, sahib? Despenseme Usted, senhor, en son suc-		13
co, sabez. O thaw bron orm, A'Cothraige, thinkinthou gaily?		14
Lick-Pa-flai-hai-pa-Pa-li-si-lang-lang. Epi alo, ecou, Batiste, tu-		15
vavnr dans Lptit boing going. Ismeme de bumbac e meias de por-		16
tocallie. O.O. Os pipos mios es demasiada gruarso por O pic-		17
colo pocchino. Wee fee? Ung duro. Kocshis, szabad? Mercy, and		18
you? Gomagh, thak.		19
And, Cod, says he with mugger's tears: Would you care to		20
know the prise of a liard? Maggis, nick your nightynovel! Mass		21
Travener's at the mike again! And that bag belly is the buck		22
to goat it! Meggeg, m'gay chapjappy fellow, I call our univalse		23
to witness, as sicker as moyliffey eggs is known by our good		24
househalters from yorehunderts of mamooth to be which they		25
commercially are in ahoy high British quarters (conventional!)		26
my guesthouse and cowhaendel credits will immediately stand		27
ohoh open as straight as that neighbouring monument's fabrica-		28
tion before the hygienic gllll (this was where the reverent sab-		29
both and bottlebreaker with firbalk forthstretched touched upon		30
his tricoloured boater, which he uplifted by its pickledhoopy (he		31
gave Stetson one and a penny for it) whileas oleaginosity of an-		32
cestralolosis sgocciolated down the both pendencies of his mut-		33
sohito liptails (Sencapetulo, a more modestuous conciliabulite		34
never curled a torn pocketmouth), cordially inwiting the adul-		35
lescence who he was wising up to do in like manner what all did		36

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a fin fell. Boomster rombombonant! It scenes like a landescape		1
from Wildu Picturescu or some seem on some dimb Arras, dumb		2
as Mum's mutyness, this mimage of the seventyseventh kusin of		3
kristansen is odable to os across the wineless Ere no oedor nor		4
mere eerie nor liss potent of suggestion than in the tales of the		5
tingmount. (Prigged !)		6
And there oftafter, jauntyjogging, on an Irish visavis, instea-		7
dily with shoulder to shoulder Jehu will tell to Christianier, saint		8
to sage, the humphriad of that fall and rise while daisy winks at		9
her pinker sister among the tussocks and the copoll between the		10
shafts mocks the couple on the car. And as your who may look		11
like how on the owther side of his big belttry your tyrs and cloes		12
your noes and paradigm maymay rererise in eren. Follow we up		13
his whip vindicative. Thurston's! Lo bebold! La arboro, lo		14
petrusu. The augustan peacebetothem oaks, the monolith rising		15
stark from the moonlit pinebarren. In all fortitudinous ajaxious		16
rowdinoisy tenuacity. The angelus hour with ditchers bent upon		17
their farm usetensiles, the soft belling of the fallow deers (doereh-		18
moose genuane!) advertising their milky approach as midnight		19
was striking the hours (letate!), and how brightly the great tri-		20
bune outed the sharkskin smokewallet (imitation!) from his		21
frock, kippers, and by Joshua, he tips un a topping swank		22
cheroot, none of your swellish soide, quoit the reverse, and how		23
manfally he says, pluk to pluk and lekan for lukan, he was to just		24
pluggy well suck that brown boyo, my son, and spend a whole		25
half hour in Havana. Sorer of the kreeksmen, would not thore be		26
old high gothsprogue! Wherefore he met Master, he mean to say,		27
he do, sire, bester of redpublicans, at Eagle Cock Hostel on		28
Lorenzo Tooley street and how he wished his Honour the ban-		29
nocks of Gort and Morya and Bri Head and Puddyrick, yore		30
Loudship, and a starchboxsitting in the pit of his St Tomach's,		31
--- a strange wish for you, my friend, and it would poleaxe your		32
sonson's grandson utterly though your own old sweatandswear		33
floruerunts heaved it hoch many as the times, when they were		34
turrified by the hitz.		35
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end pastime of executing with Anny Oakley deadliness (the con-		1
summatory pairs of provocatives, of which remained provokingly		2
but two, the ones he fell for, Lili and Tutu, cork em!) empties		3
which had not very long before contained Reid's family (you ruad		4
that before, soaky, but all the bottles in sodemd histry will not		5
soften your bloodathirst!) stout. Having reprimed his repeater		6
and resiteroomed his timespiece His Revenances, with still a life		7
or two to spare for the space of his occupancy of a world at a time,		8
rose to his feet and there, far from Tolkaheim, in a quiet English		9
garden (commonplace!), since known as Whiddington Wild, his		10
simple intensive curolent vocality, my dearbraithers, my most		11
dearbrathairs, as he, so is a supper as is a sipper, spake of the		12
One and told of the Compassionate, called up before the triad of		13
precoxious scaremakers (scoretaking: Spegulo ne helpas al mal-		14
bellulo, Mi Kredas ke vi estas prava, Via dote la vizago rispondas		15
fraulino) the now to ushere mythical habiliments of Our Farfar		16
and Arthor of our doyne.		17
Television kills telephony in brothers' broil. Our eyes de-		18
mand their turn. Let them be seen! And wolfbone balefires blaze		19
the trailmost if only that Mary Nothing may burst her bibby		20
buckshee. When they set fire then she's got to glow so we may		21
stand some chances of warming to what every soorkabatcha,		22
tum or hum, would like to know. The first Humphrey's latitu-		23
dinous baver with puggaree behind, (calaboose belong bigboss		24
belong Kang the Toll) his fourinhand bow, his elbaroom surtout,		25
the refaced unmansionables of gingerine hue, the state slate		26
umbrella, his gruff woolselywellesly with the finndrinn knopfs		27
and the gauntlet upon the hand which in an hour not for him		28
solely evil had struck down the might he mighthavebeen d'Est-		29
erre of whom his nation seemed almost already to be about to		30
have need. Then, stealing his thunder, but in the befitting le-		31
gomena of the smaller country, (probable words, possibly said, of		32
field family gleaming) a bit duskish and flavoured with a smile,		33
seein as ow his thoughts consisted chiefly of the cheerio, he aptly		34
sketched for our soontobe second parents (sukand see whybe!)		35
the touching seene. The solence of that stilling! Here one might		36

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the average human cloudyphiz, whereas sallow has long daze		1
faded, frequently altered its ego with the possing of the showers		2
(Not original!). Whence it is a slopperish matter, given the wet		3
and low visibility (since in this scherzarade of one's thousand one		4
nightinesses that sword of certainty which would indentifide the		5
body never falls) to idendifine the individuone in scratch wig,		6
squarecuts, stock lavaleer, regattable oxeter, baggy pants and		7
shufflers (he is often alluded to as Slypatrick, the llad in the llane)		8
with already an incipience (lust!) in the direction of area baldness		9
(one is continually firstmeeting with odd sorts of others at all		10
sorts of ages!) who was asked by free boardschool shirkers in		11
drenched coats overawall, Will, Conn and Otto, to tell them		12
overagait, Vol, Pov and Dev, that fishabed ghoatstory of the		13
haardly creditable edventyres of the Haberdasher, the two Cur-		14
chies and the three Enkelchums in their Bearskin ghoats! Girles		15
and jongers, but he has changed alok syne Thorkill's time! Ya, da,		16
tra, gathery, pimp, shesses, shossafat, okodeboko, nine! Those		17
many warts, those slummy patches, halfsinster wrinkles, (what		18
has come over the face on wholebroader E?), and (shrine of		19
Mount Mu save us!) the large fungopark he has grown! Drink!		20
Sport's a common thing. It was the Lord's own day for damp		21
(to wait for a postponed regatta's eventualising is not of Battlecock		22
Shettledore - Juxta - Mare only) and the request for a fully		23
armed explanation was put (in Loo of Pat) to the porty (a native		24
of the sisterisle --- Meathman or Meccan? --- by his brogue, ex-		25
race eyes, lokil calour and lucal odour which are said to have		26
been average clownturkish (though the capelist's voiced nasal		27
liquids and the way he sneezed at zees haul us back to the craogs		28
and bryns of the Silurian Ordovices) who, the lesser pilgrimage		29
accomplished, had made, pats' and pigs' older inselt, the south-		30
<7ieast bluffs of the stranger stepshore, a regifugium persecutorum<,		31
hence hindquarters) as he paused at evenchime for some or so		32
minutes (hit the pipe dannyboy! Time to won, barmon. I'll take		33
ten to win.) amid the devil's one duldrum (Apple by her blossom		34
window and Charlotte at her toss panomancy his sole admirers,		35
his only tearts in store) for a fragrend culubosh during his week-		36

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of undiscernibles where the Baxters and the Fleshmans may		1
they cease to bidivil uns and (but at this poingt though the iron		2
thrust of his cockspurt start might have prepared us we are well-		3
nigh stinkpotthered by the mustardpunge in the tailend) this		4
outandin brown candlestock melt Nolan's into peese! Han var.		5
Disliken as he was to druriodrama, her wife Langley, the prophet,		6
and the decentest dozendest short of a frusker whoever stuck his		7
spickle through his spoke, disappeared, (in which toodooing he		8
has taken all the French leaves unveilable out of Calomne-		9
quiller's Pravities) from the sourface of this earth, that austral		10
plain he had transmaried himself to, so entirely spoorlessly (the		11
mother of the book with a dustwhisk tabularasing his obliteration		12
done upon her involucrum) as to tickle the speculative to all but		13
opine (since the Levey who might have been Langley may have		14
really been a redivivus of paganinism or a volunteer Vousden)		15
that the hobo (who possessed a large amount of the humoresque)		16
had transtuled his funster's latitat to its finsterest interrimost. Bhi		17
she. Again, if Father San Browne, tea and toaster to that quaint-		18
esttest of yarnspinners is Padre Don Bruno, treu and troster to		19
the queen of Iar-Spain, was the reverend, the sodality director,		20
that eupeptic viceflayer, a barefaced carmelite, to whose palpi-		21
tating pulpit (which of us but remembers the rarevalent and		22
hornerable Fratomistor Nawlanmore and Brawne.) sinning society		23
sirens (see the [Roman Catholic] presspassim) fortunately became		24
so enthusiastically attached and was an objectionable ass who very		25
occasionally cockaded a raffles ticket on his hat which he wore all		26
to one side like the hangle of his pan (if Her Elegance saw him		27
she'd have the canary!) and was semiprivately convicted of mal-		28
practices with his hotwashed tableknife (glossing over the cark		29
in his pocket) that same snob of the dunhill, fully several year-		30
schaums riper, encountered by the General on that redletter		31
morning or maynoon jovesday and were they? Fuitfuit.		32
When Phishlin Phil wants throws his lip 'tis pholly to be fortune		33
flonting and whoever's gone to mix Hotel by the salt say water		34
there's nix to nothing we can do for he's never again to sea. It		35
is nebuless an autodidact fact of the commonest that the shape of		36