^RM1 As we there are where are we are we here haltagain. By recourse, of course, recoursing from Tomtittot to Teetootomtotalitarian. ^|6Tea Tea. Too Too.^{6| LM1 |6|a}Whomto Whomtilº^a| comes over. Who to caps ever.^6| And howelse do we hook our hike to find that pint of porter place? Am shot, says the bigguard.^F1

^RM3 Whence. Quick lunch, buy our lefts, wheel, to where. ^|6LM26| Long Livius Lane, mid Mezzofanti Mall, diagonising Lavatery Square, up Tycho Brahe Crescent,^F2 shouldering Berkeley's Alley, querfixing Gainsborough Carfax, ^LM3 under Guido d'Arezzo's Gadeway, by New Livius Lane till where we whiled while we whithered. Old Vico Roundpoint. But fahr, be fear. ^|6And natural, simple, slavish, filial.^6| The marriage of Montan wetting his moll, we know, like any enthewsyass cuckling a hoyden, ^|6F36| in her rougey
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gipsylike chinkaminx' pulshandjupeyjade and her petsybluse indecked o' voylets.^F4 When who was wist was wan. En elv, et fjaell. And the whirr of the whins ^|6hinning humming^6| us howe. His ^|6hune hume^6|. Hencetaking tides we haply return^|6, trumpetedº by prawns and ensigned with seakale,^6| to befinding ourself when old is said in one and maker mates with made (O my!)^|6, having conned the cones and meditated the mured and pondered the pensils and ogled the olymp and delighted in her dianaphous and andº cacchinated behind his culosses,^6| afore a mosoleum, ^LM4 Length Withought Breath, of him, a chump of the evums, upshoot of picnic or stupor out of sopor, Cave of Kids or Hymanian Glattstonebury, denary, danery, donnery, domm,^F5 who, entiringly as he continues highlyfictional, ^LM5 tumulous
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under his chthonic exterior but plain Mr Tumulty ^|6LM66| in muftilife, in his antesipiences as in his recognisances, is (Dominic Directus) a manyfeast munificent more mob than man.

^{RM4 |6}An soph Ain sophº^6|, ^|6F66| this upright one, with that noughty besighedhim zeroine? To see in his horrorscup he is mehrkurios than saltz of sulphur. ^|6Terror of the noonstruckº by day, cryptogamº of each nightly bridable.º^6| But^|6, to speak broken heaventalk,^6| is he? Who is he? Whose is he? Why is he? Howmuch is he? Which is he? When is he? Where is he? ^|6F76| How is he? And what the decans is there about him
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anyway^|6, the decemt man^6|? Easy, calm your haste! Approach to lead our passage!

^RM5 This bridge is upper.

Cross.

Thus come to castle.

Knock.

A password, thanks.

Yes, pearse.

Well, all be dumbed!

O really? ^|6F96|

Hoo cavedin earthwight.

At furscht krach of thunder.

^LM8 When Shoo, his flutterby,

Was netted and named. ^|6F116|

Erdnacrusha, requiestress, wake em!

And let luck's puresplutterall lucy at ease! ^|6F126|

To house as wise fool ages builded.

Sow byg eat.^F13

^RM6 Staplering to tether to, steppingstone to mount by; and coach house entrance as the ^|6Boote Boote's^6| at Pickardstown. ^|6LM96| Or be these wingsets leaned to the outwalls^|6, beastskin trophies,º^6| of booth of Baws the balsamboards? ^|6F146| Burials be ballyhouraised! So let Bacchus e'en call! Inn inn! Inn inn! Where. The babbers
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^LM10 ply the pen. The bibbers drang the den. The papplicom, the pubblicam, he's turning tin for ten. ^|6From
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seldomers that most frequent him.^6| That same erst crafty hakemouth which of foggy old^|6,º under the assumed name of Ignotus Loquor,º^6| harangued bellyhooting fishdrunks ^|6on their favouriteº stamping groundº^6| from a fathertheobalder brake.^{F15 |6LM116|} Rolf the Ganger, Rough the Gangster, not a feature alike and the face the same. And Egyptus^|6, the spicerobed,º^6| as Cyrus heard of him? ^|6LM126| And Major A. Shaw ^|6in undress^6| after he got the ^|6miner^{6| |6}smellpax smellpex^6|? And old Whiteman self, the blighty blotchy, beyond the bays, hope of Ostrogothic and Ottomanic father converters, despair of Pandemia's postwartem plastic surgeons, ^|s6Hispano-Caledonian-Euxine, Hispano-Cathayan-Euxine,º Castilian-Hiberno-blank Castilian-Emeratic-Hebridianº^s6|, ^|s6Espanol-Cambric-Helleniky Espanol-Cymric-Helleniky^s6|? ^|6But it was all so long ago.º^6| Pastimes are past times. Now let bygones be bei Gunne's. Saa, leddies, er it in this warken werden, minne boerne, and it vild need olderwise ^|6F176| since primal made alter in garden of Idem. The tasks above are as the flasks below, saith the Emerald Canticle of Hermes. ^LM13 And all's loth and pleasestir, are we told, ^|6onº excellent ^|ainkbottle^a| authority,^6| solarsystemised^|6,º seriol-cosmically ^|ain a more & more almightily expanding universe^a|6| under one^|6, there is ^|arhymeless^a| reason to believe,^6| original sun. Securely judges ^|6the^6| orb terrestrial. ^|6F186| Haud certo ergo. But ^LM14 O felicitous culpability, sweet bad cess to you for an archetypt!