|4|xRM1x| Asº we there are where are we are we hereº haltagain. From Tomtittotº to |aTee tootal |bTee tootalitarian teetotuntotalitarianb|a|. Of course, recourse. |xLM1x| And |awhere how elsea| do we hook our hike to find this pint of porterº place? Am shot, says the biggerd.º4|
Quick lunch, buy our lefts, wheel, to halt. Long Livius Lane, mid Mezzofanti Mall, diagonising Lavatery Square, up Tycho Brahe Crescent, shouldering Berkeley's Alley, |4gaining querfixing4| Gainsborough
|4LM34| under |4Amphion archway, Guy d'Arezzo Gadeway, by New
Livius Lane till Vico's roundpoint.º4| |4a nook for Nike, a mas for Mike and a rose in the ring for Margot.4| But fair, be fear. The
marriage of Montan wetting his moll, we know, as any enthewsyass cuckling a hoyden, with her rougey
gipsylike |4chinkamaid's chinkaminx'º4| |4cheeks pulshandjupyjade4| and her petsybluse indecked |4with o'4| voylets. When who was wist was wan. En elv, et fjaell. Hencetaking tides we haply return, to befinding ourself, when old is said and one, afore a mosoleum, |4|xLM4x|4| Length |4without withought4| Breath, of him a chump of the evums, upshoot of picnic or stupor out of sopor, Cave of Kids or Hymanian Gladstonbury, who, |4entiringly as he continues fictitious, tumulous
in hisº chthonic external but plain Mr Tumulty in real life,º4| in his anticipience as in his recognisances, is (Dominic Directus) a manyfeast munificient more mob than man.
This bridge is upper.
Thus come to castle.
A password thanks.
Well all be dumbed.
|4Who became |aHe hecame Hoo caved ina|4| earthwight.
Was netted and named.
|4⇒ |aArdnacrushar Erdnacrushara|, requiestress, wake them!
And let |alight luck'sa| puresplutterallº shine on cut of cod! |aloosey lucya| at ease.4|
To house |4which as4| wise fool ages builded.
Sow byg eat.
LM10 ply the pen; the bibbers drangº the den. The |apublican papplicoma|, the |apublican pubblicama|,º he's taking tilling tin for ten. |aPast ti Pastimes are past times. Now let bigones be bei Gum's.a| |aThat is Saa, leddies,º era| it in this |aworld |bverdens |cvarkersverden warken werldenc|b|a|, |amine minneºa| boerne, and it |awird not vild needa| olderwise |asince primalº made alterº in garden of Idema|.º The tasks above are as the flasks below,º saith the Emerald Canticleº of Hermes. LM13 Andº all is |aloth & plaster loth & pleasestira|, solarsystemised by that original sun. O felicitous culpability, bad cess to you for an archetypt!4|