Tales Told

Revised pages of Tales Told, November 1937, II.2§8 draft level 12

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|12RM2312| Boon on begyndelse.

|12RM2412| At maturing daily gloryaims! |12f10712|

|12RM2512| A flink dab |12for a freck dive and a stern poise for a swift pounce12| was frankily at the manual arith sure enough which was the bekase he knowed from his cradle, no |12boy bird12| better, why his ten fingures were giving him whatfor to fife with. First, by observation, there came |12LM8012| boko and nigh him wigworms
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and nigh him tittlies and nigh him |12cheekchaps cheekadeekchimplesº12| and nigh him pickpocket with pickpocketpumb, pickpocketpoint, pickpocketprod, pickpocketpromise and upwithem. |12f108º Holy Joe in lay Eden.º12| And anyhows always after them the dimpler he weighed the fonder fell he of his null four lovedroyd curdinals, |12LM81º12| his element curdinal numen and his enement curdinal marryng and his epulent curdinal weisswassh and his eminent curdinal Kay O'Kay. Always would he be areciting of them up by rota in his Fanden's Catachysm, from fursed to laced, quickmarch to decemvers, so as to pin the tenners, thumbs down. And anon and aldays, strues yerthere, would he wile arecreating em and ingreasing em and moultipiecing em rightleft by lumerous ways, caiuscounting in the scale of |12pin puff |apin piveº piffa|,12| piff puff pive poo, poo puff pive pree, pree puff pive pfoor, pfoor puff pive pippive, poopive, |12f10912| Niall Dhu,
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Foughty Unn, Enoch Thortig, endso one, like to pitch of your cap, pac, on to tin tall spillicans. |12f11012| To sum, |12LM8212| borus pew notus pew eurus pew zipher. Ace, deuce, tricks, quarts, quims. Mumtiplay of course and carry to their whole number. While on the other hand, traduced by their comedy nominators to the loafer's terms for their aloquent parts, sexes, suppers, oglers, novels and dice. |12f11112| He could find |12(the rakehelly!)º12| by practice the valuse of thine-to-mine articles with no reminder and, for the equality of reations, with the helpings from his tables improduce fullmin to trumblers, links unto chains, weys in Nuffolk till tods of Yorek, oozies ad libs and several townsends several hundreds and civil-to-civil imperious gallants to gells (Irish), bringing alliving stone allaughing down to grave clothnails and a |12LM8312| league of achers, fools and lurchers under the rude rule of fumb. What signifieth whole that |12f11212| but, be all the prowess of ten, 'tis as strange to relate he, nonparile to reed, rite and reckan, caught allmeals dull marks for his nucleud and alegobrew. |12They wouldn't took bearings no how |aanywheresa|.º12| O them doddhunters and allanights, aahs and baas for agnomes, yees and zees for incognits, bate him up jerrybly! |12Give you the fantods, seemed to him. They ought to told you every last word first stead of trying every which way to |akindera| smear it outº poison long.º12| Show that the
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median, |12LM8412| hce che ech, interecting at roide angles the parilegs of a given obtuse one biscuts both the arcs that are in curveachord behind. Brickbaths. |12The family umbroglia.12| A Tullagrove
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pole |12f11312| to the Height of County Fearmanagh has a septain inclinaison |12f11412| and the graphplot for all the functions in Lower County Monachan, whereat samething is rivisible by nighttim, may be involted into the zeroic couplet, pall's pell in his heventh gleike noughty times |12LM8512| ∞, find, if you are not literally cooefficient, how minney combinaisies and permutandies can be played on the international surd ¡pthwndxrclzp!, hids cubid rute being extracted, taking anan illitterettes, ififif at a tom. Answers (for teasers only). |12f11512| Ten, twent, thirt, see, ex and three icky totchty ones. From solation to solution. Imagine the twelve deaferended dumbbawls of the whowl abovebeugled to be the contonuation through regeneration of the urutteration of the word in pregross. It follows that, if the two antesedents be bissyclitties and the three comeseekwenchers trundletrikes, then, |12LM8612| Big |12Wheeler Whigglerf11612| restant upsittuponable, the NCR |12f11712| presents to us an ottomantic turquo-indaco of pictorial shine by pictorial shimmer so long as pictorial summer, viridorefulvid, lits asheen;
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but |12(lenz alack lends a lot)12|, if this habby cyclic |12order redor12| be outraciously enviolated, |12by a merelinº roundtableturning, like knuts in maze,12| the zitas runnind hare and dart, |12f11812| with the yeggs in their muddle, |12hodgepadge, thump, kick and hurry, all boy more missis blong him he race quickfeller all same hogglepiggle longaº house blong him,º12| while |12LM87º12| the catched and dodged exarx seems himmulteemiously to beem the ersed ladest mand and the losed farce on erroroots, |12f121 twalegged poneys and threehandled dorkeysº (madahoy, morahoy, lugahoy, jogahoyaway),º12| MPM brings us a rainborne |12LM8812| pamtomomiom aquilavant to |12|a(dog my cats, (cat my dogs,ºa| if I baint dingbustedº like everything!)º12| kaksitoista volts yksitoista volts kymmenen volts yhdeksan volts kahdeksan volts seitseman volts kuusi volts viisi volts nelja volts kolme volts kaksi volts yksi to the finish of helve's fractures. |12f122 LM8912| In outher wards, one from
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five, one from fives two, two to fives one millamills with a mill and a half a mill and twos fives fives of |12ballycleevers bullyclavers12|. For a surview over all the factionables see Iris in the |12Evening Evenine's12| World. |12f12312| Binomeans to be comprendered. |12Inexcessible as thy by god ways.º12| The aximones. And their prostulutes.
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For his neuralgiabrows. Equal to = |12soahc aosch12|.

|12RM2612| P.t.l.o.a.t.o.

|12RM2712| So, bagdad, |12after those initials falls and that primary taincture,º12| as I know and you know yourself|12, begath,12| and the arab in the |12street ghetto12| knows better|12, by |anettor nettura|,º12| nor anymeade or persan, comic cuts |12and series exerxeses12| always were to be capered in Casey's, frost book of, page torn on dirty, to be hacked, ever so new, at |12LM90º12| Hickey's, huckster, Wellington's Iron Bridge, and so, by long last, as it would shuffle out, must he to trump adieu (12adroit adieu12) atout atous to those cardinhands he a big deal missed, |12LM9112| radmachrees and rossecullinans and blagpikes in suitclover. Dear hearts of my counting, would he revoke them, forewheel to packnumbers, and, the time being no help fort, plates to lick one and turn over.

|12RM2812| Problem ye ferst, construct ann aquilittoral dryankle. Probe loom! With his primal handstoe in his sole salivarium. |12LM9212| Concoct an equoangular trilitter. |12f12412| On the name of the tizzer and off the tongs and off the mythametical tripods. Beatsoon.

|12RM2912| Can you nei do her, numb? asks Dolph, |12f12512| suspecting the answer know. Oikkont, ken you, ninny? asks Kev, |12f12612| expecting the answer guess. |12f12712| Nor was the noer long disappointed for, easiest of kisshams, he was made vicewise. Oc, tell it to oui, do, Sem! Well, 'tis oil thusly. |12LM9312| First mull a mugfull of mud, son. Oglores,
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the virtuoser prays, olorum! What the D.V. would I do that for? That's a goosey's ganswer you're for giving me, he is told, what the Deva would you do that for? |12f12912| Now, sknow royal road to Puddlin, take your mut for a first beginning|12, big to bog, back to bach12|. |12LM9412| Anny liffle mud which cometh out of Mam will doob, I guess. |12|aA.1. Amnium instar.a| |shAnd to find a locus forº an alp get a howlth on her bayrings as a prisme O and for a second O unbox yourº compasses. I cain but are you able?sh| |shAmicably nod. Gu it! So let's seth off betwain| Prompty?12| Mux your pistany at a point of the
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coastmap to be called α but pronounced olfa. There's the isle of Mun, ah! O! 'Tis just. Bene!

Now, |12all whole12| in applepine erdor |12f13012| (for |12husk, hisk, a spirit spiresº12| Dolph, dean of idlers, meager suckling of gert |12stone stoanº12|, though barekely in his balbose boy, he too — venite praeteriti, |12f13112| sine mora dumque de entibus nascituris decentius in lingua romana mortuorum parva chartula liviana ostenditur, sedentes in laetitia super ollas carnium, spectantes immo situm lutetiae unde auspiciis secundis tantae consurgent humanae stirpes, antiquissimam flaminum amborum Jordani et Jambaptistae mentibus revolvamus sapientiam: totum tute fluvii modo mundo fluere, eadem quae ex aggere fututa fuere iterum intra alveum fore futura, quodlibet sese ipsum per aliudpiam agnoscere contrarium, omnem demum amnem ripis rivalibus amplecti |12f13212| — recurrently often, when him moved he would cake their chair, coached ribolliumtending mikes of his same and over his own choirage at Backlane univarsity, among of which pupal souaves the pizdrool was pulled up, bred and battered,
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for a dillon a dollar, |12f13312| changing letters for them vice o' verse to bronze mottes and blending tschemes for em in tropadores and doublecrossing twofold truths and devising tingling tailwords too whilest, cunctant that another would finish his sentence for him, he |12would 'druiderº12| smilabit eggways |12f13412| ned, he would, |12to don't say nothing,º12| so prim, and pick upon his ten ordinailed ungles, |12trying to undo with his teeth the knots made by his tongue,12| retelling humself by the math hour|12, long as he's brood,º12| a reel of funnish ficts apout the shee, how faust of all and on segund thoughts and the third's the charmhim girlalove and fourthermore and filthily with bag from Oxatown and baroccidents and proper accidence and hoptohill and hexenshoes|12, in fine the whole damning letterº12|; and, in point of feet, when he landed in ourland's leinster |12f13512| of saved and solomnones for the twicedhecame time off Lipton's strongbowed launch, the Lady Eva, in a tan soute of sails |12f13612| he converted its natives, name saints, young ordnands, maderaheads and old unguished P.T. Publikums, through the medium of znigznaks with sotiric zeal, to put off the barcelonas |12f13712| from their peccaminous corpulums (Gratings, Mr Dane!) and
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kiss on their bottes (Master!) as often as they came within bloodshot of that other familiar temple and showed em the celestine way to by his tristar and his flop hattrick and his perry humdrum dumb and numb nostrums that he larned in Hymbuktu; |12f13812| and that same gallo-roman cultous is very prevailend up to this windiest of laud-have-miseries all over what was beforeaboots a land of nods, in spite of all the bloot, all the braim, all the brawm, all the brile, that was shod, that were shat, that was shuk all the while, for our |12massangrey |abut ifa| mosshungryº12| people at the Wickerworks |12f13912| still hold
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ford to their healing and |12f14012| byleave in the old weighs downupon the Swanny innovated by him, the prence di Propagandi, the chrism for the christmass, the pillar of the perished and the rock o' ralereality, and it is veritably belied, we belove, that not allsods of esoupcans that's in the queen's pottagepots and not allfines of greendgold that the Indus contains would ever hinduce them (o.p.) to steeplechange back|12, onceº from their ophis workship and twice |aa Sunday, on sundiscs,ºa|12| to their ancient flash and crash habits of old Pales time ere beam slewed cable |12f14112| or Derzherr, live wire, fired Benjermine Funkling outa th'Empyre, sin righthand son; which (h.o.o.p.t.), cummal, having listed curefully to his |12blessed by Pointer the Grace'sº12| continental's curses, pummel, apostrophised Byrne's and Flaming's and Furniss's and Bill Hayses's and Ellishly Haught's, hoo, they (a.t.W.)|12, sick or whole, stiff or sober,12| let drop as a doombody drops, without another |12ostrovgods'º12| word eitherways, |12|alike |bas inb|a| their own lineal |adescendants descendance,a|12| as priesto as paddywhack, |12f14212| coal on: |12f14312| and, talking of |12molniacs' manias and12| missions made to scotch the schlang and leathercoats for murty magdies, of course this has blameall in that |12medeoturanianº12| world to say to |12|athe interlooking and the underlacking ofa| her twentynine shifts or12| his private's jidgments |12f14412| when, so to put it, |12disparito, duspurudo, desterrado, despertieu, or, saving his presents for his own onefriend Beveradge,º12| conn the shaughraun; but to return for a mere moment from the reptile's age |12f14512| to the coxswain on the first landing (page Ainée Rivière!), if the pretty |12elisabess Lady Elisabbess12|, Hotel des Ruines — she laid her batsleeve for him two trueveres tell (Loves. On the Ides of Valentine's, at Idleness, Floods Area, Isolade, Liv's
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lonely daughter, with the Comes Tichiami, of Primavista, Abroad, suddenly), and beauty alone of all dares say when now|12, uncrowned,
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12| in what niche of time |12f14612| is Shee, or where in the rose world trysting, that was the belle of La Chapelle, shapely Liselle, and the peg-of-my-heart of all the tompull, or on whose limbs-to-lave her semicupiose eyes now kindling themselves are brightning, |12f14712| O Shee who then (4.32 m.p., old time, to be precise, accordant to all three doctors' waterburies, that was MacAuliffe and poor MacBeth and poor old MacGhimley, to the tickleticks, of the synchronisms, all lauschening, a time also confirmed seven sincuries later by the |12fourth quatrenº12| medical johnny, poor old MacAdoo Aboo MacDollett, with notary, |12f14812| whose presence was required by the law of Devine-Foresygth |12and theº decretal of the Dougeº12|) who, after the first compliments |12f14912| med darkist daylight, gave him then that vantage of a Blinkensope's cuddlebath at her proper mitts — if she then, the then that matters — but, seigneur!, she could never have forefelt, as she yet will fearfeel, when the lovenext breaks out, such a coolcold douche as him, the totterer, |12the four-flights-the-charmer,º12| doubling back in nowtime |12f150 bymbyº when saltwater he washº him these iselandsº12|, O alors!, to mount miss (the wooeds of Fogloot!) under that chemise de fer and a vartryproof name, Multalusi (would it wash?), with a cheek white peaceful as, shall we say, a single professed claire's |12f15112| and his washawash tubatubtub and his diagonoser's lampblick to pure wher they where hornest girls, to buy her in, |12mon foie par jure12|, if you plait, nunc and tunc and for simper, and other duel mavourneens in plurible numbers from Arklow Vikloe to Louth super Lusk, come messes, come mams, and touch your spottprice (for 'twas he was the born suborner, man), on behalf of an oldest ablished firma of winebakers, Lagrima und Gemiti, later on, his craft ebbing, invoked by the unirish title Grindings og Nash, |12f15212| the
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One and Only, Unic bar None, lastly of Saint Yves by Landsend corner, man — ship me silver!, it must have been, faw!, a terrible mavrue mavrone to synamite up the old Adam-he-used-to, such a finalley, and that's flat as Tut's fut, for whowhowho?, the poour girl, a lonely peggy, given the bird, so iseulated as Crampton's peartree (she shall earn bitter bed by that sweet of her face!), and short wonder so manny of the tomthick and tarry members in all there
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sobsequious ages |12of our timocracy12| upped to console with her at her mirrorable gracewindow'd hut |12f15312| till the ives of Manx, the O'Kneels and the O'Prayins and the O'Hyens of Lochlaunstown and the O'Hollerins of Staineybooter, hollyboys all, burryripe, who'll buy?, |12f15412| in juwelietry and kickychoses and madornaments and that's not the finis of it (would it were!) — but to think of him founding a nelliza the second, |12f15512| also clipt buss (the best was still there if the torso was gone), where he did and when he did, retriever to the last |12f15612| — escapes my forgetness now was it dustcovered, nom de Lieu!, on Waterlow raid or street down|12, through, for or from a foe, by,º with orº on a friend, at the Rectory? Vicarage Road? Bishop's Folly? Papesthorpe?|a, after picket fences, stonewalls, out and ins or oxersºa|12| — for merry a valsehood whisprit he to minny a lilying earling; |12f15712| and to try to analyse that ambo's pair of braceleans akwart the rollyon trying to amarm all |12f15812| of that miching micher's bearded but insensible virility and its gaulish mousetaches |12Dammad and Groany12| into her limited (tufftuff, que tu es pitre!) lapse at the same slapse for towelling ends |12f15912| in their delightful Sexsex home, Somehow-at-Sea (O little oily head, sloper's brow and prickled ears!), as though he, a notoriety, a foist edition, were a wrigular writher neonovene babe! |12f16012| — well, diarmuee and
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granyou and Vae Vinctis, if that is what lamoor that of gentle breast rathe is intaken seems circling towards out yondest heaven holp his hindmost and, mark me, if the so greatly displeaced diorems in the Saint Lubbock's Day number of that most improving of roundshows, Spice and Westend Woman (utterly exhausted before publication, indiapepper edition shortly), are for our indices, it agins to pear like it par my fay and there is no use for your pastripreaching for to cheese it either or praying fresh fleshblood claspers of young catholick throats on Huggin Green |12f16112| to take warnung by the trispast, why?, bycows Q man, in shirt, is how he is più la gonna è mobile and / they wonot do ut; and an you could peep inside the cerebralised saucepan of this our illwinded goodfornobody you would see in his house of thoughtsam |12(was you, that is, decontaminated enough to look discarnate)º12| what a jetsam litterage of
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convolvuli of times lost or strayed, of lands derelict or sunk and of tongues laggin too, |12beached, bashed and beaushelled à la |amer Mera|,º12| and not only that but, by searchlighting |12longa yamsayoreº12| pharahead into faturity, your own convolvulis|12, pickninny capman,º12| would real to jazztfancy the novo takingplace of what stale words whilom were woven with and fitted fairly featly for; so; and equally so the crame of |12it the whole faustian fustian, whether your launer's lightsomeº or your soulard's schwearmood,º12| is that, whenas the swiftshut soareyes of our pupilteachertaut duplex will hark back to lark to you |12symb symibellicallyº12| that|12, though a day be as dense as a decade,º12| no mouth has the might to set a mearbound to the march of a landsmaul, in half a sylb|12, helfº a solb, holf a salb12| onward |12f16312| the beast of boredom, common sense, lurking |12gyrographicallyº12| down inside his loose Eating S.S. collar is gogoing to whisht to you sternly |12— Plutonic lovelinks twinxtº Platonic yearlingsº12| how) you must, haw, |12in undivided reawlity,º12| draw the line somewhawre.
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Fig.1. Bass.

|12RM3012| Coss? Cossist? Your parn! |12You, you make what name?º12| (And in truth|12, as a poor soul is between shift and shift ere the death he has lived through becomes the life he is to die into,º12| he |12or heº12| had albut |12he was rickets as to reasons but the balance of his minds wasº stablesº12| lost |12himself orº12| himself |12some |shsomnione sciupionesºsh|12|, so |12swhitchoverswetchº12| had he |12or heº12| gazed|12, murphyº come, murphy go, murphy, plant, murphy grow, a maryamyriameliamurphies,º12| in the lazily eye of his lapis, |12LM9512| Vieus Von |12DVbLIn) DVbLIn, the Turnpike under the Great Elmº withº Mearingstone in Foreground.)º f16412| Given now ann linch you take enn all. Allow me. And, heaving alljawbreakical expressions out of old |12Sire Sare12| Isaac's |12f16512| universal of specious aristmystic unsaide, A is for Anna like L is for
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liv. |12LM96º12| Ahahahah, Ante Ann, you're apt to ape aunty annalive! Dawn gives rise. Lo, lo, lives love! Eve takes fall. La, la, laugh leaves alass! Aiaiaiai, Antiann, we're last to the lost, Loulou! 'Tis perfect. Now (lens
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your dappled eye here, mine's presbyoperian, shill und wall), we see the copyink strayed line AL (in Fig., the forest), from being continued, stops ait Lambday. |12f16612| Modder ilond there too. Allow me anchore. I bring down noth and carry awe. Now then, take this in! |12One of the most murmurable |shloose carollariessh| ever Ellis threw his cookingclass. LM9712| With Olaf as centrum and Olaf's lambtail for his spokesman circumscript a cyclone. Allow ter! Hoop! As round as the calf of an egg! O, dear me! O, dear me now! Another grand discobely! You've actuary entducked one! Quok? Why, you haven't a passer! Fantastic! Early clever, surely doomed, to Swift's, alas, the galehus! Match of a matchness, |12LM9812| like your Bigdud Dadder in the bouedeville song, Gorotsky Gollovar's Troubles, raucking his flavourite turvku in the smukking precincts of lydias. |12f16712| with Mary Owens and Dolly Monks seesidling to edge his cropulence and Blake-Roche, Kingston and Dockrell auriscenting him from afurz. Doweth knoweth him, our papacocopotl, |12f16812| Abraham Bradley King (tingting! tingting!)? By his magmasine fall. Lumps, lavas and all. Bene! But|12, thunder and turf,º12| it's not alover yet. |12One recalls Byzantium.º12| The mystery repeats itself todate as our callback mothar Gaudyanna, that was daughter to a tanner, |12f17012| used to sing|12, as I think,º12| now and then consinuously over her possetpot in her quer
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homolocous humminbass hesterdie and istherdie and forivor |12f17112| and for a night |12of thoughtsendyuresº12| and a day. |12As |aGreata| Shapesphere puns it.º12| Vanissas Vanistatums! |12LM99º12| In effect. I remumble, |12from the yules gone by,º12| purr lil murrer of myhind, so she used indeed. |12When she give meº the Sundaclouthsº she hung up for Tate and Comyng and snuffed out the ghost in the candle at his old game of haunt the sleepper.º12| Faithful departed. |12When I'm dreaming back like that I begins to see we're only all telescopes. Or the comeallyoum of sandsº. |aLike when I dromed I was in Dairy and was wuckened up with thump in thudderdown.ºa|12| Rest in peace! |12But to return.º12| What a wonderful memory you have too! Twonderful morrowy! Straorbinaire! Bene! I bring town eau and curry nothung up my sleeve. Now, springing quickenly
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from the mudland Loosh from Luccan with Allhim as her Elder tetraturn a somersault. All's fair on all fours|12, as my instructor unstrict meº12|. Watch! |12And you'll have the whole inkle.º12| Allow, allow! |12Gyre O, gyre O, gyrotundo!º12| Hop lala! As umpty herum as your seat! O, dear me, that was very nesse! Very nace indeed! And makes us a daintical pair of accomplasses! |12lm100 Youº allus for the kunst and me for |aa thing um omethinga| with a handel to it.12| Bene! Now, |12as will pressantly be felt,º12| there's tew tricklesome poinds where our twain of doubling bicirculars|12, |shmating approxemetely in their suite poi and poi,sh|12| dunloop into eath the ocher. Lucihere! I fee where you
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mea. The doubleviewed seeds. Nun, lemmas quatsch, |12vide pervoys akstiom,12| and I think as I'm squeezing the limon stickme punktum but I'd likelong to mack a capital Pee for Pride down there on the batom |12f173 lm10112| and let you go and orrange your modest mock Pie out of Humbles up your end. |12Where your apexojesus will be a point of order.º12| With a geign groan grunt and a croak click cluck. |12f17412| And my faceage kink and kurkle trying to make keek peep. Are you right there, Michael, are you right? |12Do you think you can hold on by sitting tight? Well, of course, it's awful angelous. Still I don't |athink feela| it's so dangelousº.12| Ay, I'm right here, Nickel, and I'll write. |12Singing the top line why it suits me mikey fine.12| But it's the muddest thick that was ever heard dump. Now|12, toº compleat anglers,12| for semenal rations join alfa pea and pull loose by dotties and, to be more sparematically logoical, eelpie and paleale by trunkles. Allow me align while I encloud especious. |12The nikeº done it.º12| Like pah. |12f17612| I peh. Innate little bondery. And as plane as a pokestiff. |12f17712| Now, aqua in buccat, |12lm102º12| I'll make you to see figuratleavely the whome of your eternal
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geomater. Where Hoddum and Heave, our monsterbilker, bauked his bawd of parodies. |12|shAnd ifº you flung her headdress on her from under her highlows you'd wheeze whyse Salmonson set his seel on a hexengownsh|.f17812| Hissss! Arrah, go on! Fin for fun? You've spat your shower, syphsyph |12like a a son of Sibernia12|. But let's have at it! Subtend to me now! Pisk! Outer serpumstances being ekewilled, we carefully, if she pleats, lift up by her |12seam,º12| hem |12and jaboteº12| at the spidsiest of her trickkikant (like thousands done before |12since fillies calpered.
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Ocone! Ocone!º
12|) the maidsapron of our A.L.P., fearfully!, till its nether nadir is vortically where (allow me aright to two cute winkles) its naval's napex will have to beandbe. |12lm10312| You must proach nearmear for at is dark. And fight your match. And this is what you'll say. |12f179 For addn't we to gayatsee at with Puhll the Punkah's bell?º12| Waaaaaa. Tch! Sluice! Pla! And there, redneck |12(your sow to the duble!)12|, mygh and thy, |12the living spit ofº dead waters,º |afastness firm of Hurdlebury Fenn,ºa|12| discinct and isopleural in its sixuous parts, |12flument, fluvey and fluteous,º12| middenwedge of its stream's your muddy old triagonal delta|12, fiho miho,º12| plain for you now, appia lippia pluvaville |12(hop the hula,º girls!)12|, the no niggard spot of her safety vulve, our first of all usquiluteral threeingles |12(and why wouldn't she sit |acrosslegged cressloggeda| likeº the lass that lured a tailor?)12|, the constant of fluxion|12, Mahamewetma,º pride of the province,º12| and|12, whenº that tidled boare rutches up from the Afrantic,º12| Allaph Quaran's his bett und bier. |12f18212|
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|12lm10412| Paa lickam laa, all lickam pal! This it is an her. You see her it. Which it whom you see it is her her. |12And if you |acan coulda| go a neggbetterº we'dº soon see some raff and some scrumbleº riffa.º12| Quicks herit fossyending. Quef! |12|aSo post that to your pape and smarket.a| And you can haul up that languil pennant, mate. I've read your tunc's dimissage.12| For, let it be taken that her |12littlenest littlenistº12| is of no magnetude or|12, again,º12| let it be granted that Doll the laziest can be dissimulant with all respects from Doll the fiercst, thence must any whatyoulike in the power of empthood be either |12lm10512| greater THAN or less THAN the unitate we have in one or hence shall the vectorious readyeyes of evertwo circumflickerent searclhers never film in the elipsities of their gyribouts those fickers which are returnally reprodictive of themselves. |12f18312| Which is unpassible. Quarrellary. The logos of somewome to that base anything, when most characteristically mantissaminus, comes to nullum in the endth: |12f18412| orso, here is nowet badder than the sin of Aha with his cosin Lil, verswaysed on coverswised, and all that's consecants and cotangincies till Perpperp stops repippinghim, since her redtangles are all abscissans, for limitsing this tendency of our paradismic perimutter, Frivulteeny |12Sexagesima Sexuagesima12|, |12f185 lm10612| to expense herselfs as sphere as possible in all directions on the bend of the unbridalled, the infinisissismalls of her facets becoming manier and manier as the calicolum of her umdescribables |12(one has thoughts of that eternal
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12| shrinks from schurtiness
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to scherts. |12f18612| Scholium: there are trist sigheds to everysing but ichs on the freed brings euchs to the feared. Qued? |12|shMother of us all!sh|12| O, dear me, look at that now! |12I don't know is it your spictre or my omination butº12| I'm glad you dimentioned it! My Lourde! My Lourde! |12If that aint just the beatenest lay I ever see!º12| And a superpbosition! Quoint a quincidence! |12O.K. lm107 Omnius Kollidimus.º12| As Ollover |12Cromlech K Krumwall12| |12said sayed12| when he slepped über his grannyamather. |12Who in the name of thunder'd ever belevin you were that that bolt?12| But you're holy mooxed and gaping up the wrong palce |12f18712| as if you was seeheeing the gheist that stays forenenst, you blessed simpletop domefool! |12Where's your belested loiternan's lamp?12| You must lap wandret down the bluishing refluction below. Her trunk's not her braindbox. Hear where the bolgylines. Yseen here the puncture. |12See her good.º12| Luck! |12So he done it.º lm10812| Well, well, well, well, well! O Dee, O Dee, that's very lovely! |12We |shlike Simperspreach Hammeltones to |afollow fellowa| Selvertunes O'Haggans.ºsh|12| Very lively entirely! So analytical plausible! |12And, be the powers of Moll Kelly, |aneighbour topsowyer,ºa|12| |12It itº12| will be a lozenge to me all my |12lipe. lauffe.f189 More better twofeller we been speak copperads.º12| Ever thought about Guinness's? |12And the regrettable Parson Rome's advice?º12|
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Want to join the police? |12f19012| You know, you were alwise one of the bright ones, since a foot made you an unmentionable, fakes. You know, you're the divver's own smart gossoon, aequal to yoursell and |12unugol anigelº12| to anglyother, so you are, hoax! You know, you'll be dampned, so you will, one of these invernal days, but you will be, carrotty. |12f19112|

|12RM31 lm10912| Whereapool, gayed that |12when he stop look time he stop long ground who here hurryº12| he would have ever the lothst word, with a sweet me ah err eye ear marie to reat from the jacob's |12f19212| and a slypull for toothsake of his armjaws at the slidepage |12of de Vere Foster12|, would, would and could, candydissing P. Kevin, to fress up the rinnerung and to ate by hart (leo, I read, such is spanish, escribibis, all your mycoscoups), wont to nibbleh ravenostonnoriously ihs mum to me in bewonderment of his chipper chuthor |12|sh(for whileº that Other by the halp of his creactive mind offered to deleberate
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the mass from the booty of fight,º our Same with the holp of the bounty of food sought to delubberate the mess from his creucti corructiveº mund)ºsh|
12| with his muffetee cuffs ownconsciously grafficking with his sinister cyclopes after trigamies |12and spirals' wobblesº12| pursuiting their rovinghamilton selves and godolphing in fairlove to see around the waste of noland's browne jesus |12f19312| (thur him no quartos!) till that on him so poorin sweat |12lm11012| the juggaleer's veins (quench his quill!) in his napier scrag stud out bursthright tamquam
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taughtropes. Es war itwas in his priesterrite. O He Must Suffer! From this misbelieving feacemaker to his noncredible fancyflame. |12f19412| Ask for Bosthoon, late for Mass, pray for the blaablaablack sheep. (Sure, you could wright anny pippap passage, Eye bet, as foyne as that moultylousy Erewhig yerself, mick! Nock the muddy nickers! |12f19512| Christ's Church varses Bellial!) Dear and he went on to scripple gentlemine born, milady bread, |12lm11112| he would pen for her, he would pine for her, how he would patpun fun for all with his frolicky frowner so and his glumsome grinner otherso. And how are you, waggy? |12f19812| My animal is sorrafool! And trieste, ah trieste ate I my liver! Se non è vero son trovatore. O jerry! He was soso, harriot all! He was sadfellow, steifel! He was mistermysterion. Like a pyrate out of pensionce with a gouvernament job. All moanday, tearsday, wailsday, thumpsday, frightday, shatterday till the fear of the Law. Look at his twitchers! He was quisquis, floored on his plankraft of shittim wood. Look at him! |12lm112º12| Sink deep or touch not the Cartesian spring! Want more ashes, griper? Now diesmal he was lying low on his rawside laying siege to goblin castle. And, bezouts that, now hyenasmeal he was laying him long on his laughside lying sack to croakpartridge. (Be thou wars of Rolaf's intestions!
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quoths the Bhagavat biskop Leech.) Ann opes tipoo soon ear. If you could me lendtill my pascol's |12candle kondylº12|, sahib, and the price of a plate of poultice. Punked. With best apolojigs and merry money thanks to self for all the clericals and again begs guerdon for bistrispissing on your bunificence. |12lm113º12| Well, wiggywiggywagtail, and how are you, yaggy? With a capital Tea for Thirst. |12From here Buvard to dear Picuchet.º12| Blott.
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|12RM3212| Now (|12peel your eyes, muggins,º andº12| brush your saton hat, me elementator joyclid, son of a Butt! She's mine, Jow low jure, |12f19912| be Skibbering's eagles, sweet tart of Whiteknees Archway) watch him, having caught at the bifurking calamum in his bolsillos, the onelike underworp he had ever funnet in without difficultads, the aboleshqvick, signing away in happinext complete. |12lm11412| (|12Exquisite.º |aGame of inspiration! I always adored your handº.a| So could I too and without the scrapeº of a pen. Ohr Ohrº for oral, key for crib, olchedolche and a lunge ad lib.12| Can you write us a last line? From Smith-Jones-Orbison?) Intricatedly in years, jirryalimpaloop. And i Romain to fallthere at bare feet, hurryaswormarose. Hp u bn gd grl. |12f20012| Und alws my thts. Two dies of one rafflement. Eche bennyache. Outstamp and distribute him at the expanse of his society. To be continued. Anon.

|12RM3312| And ook, ook, ook, fanky! All the charictures |12f20112| in the drame! This is how San Holypolypools.
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And this, pardonsky!, is the way Romeopullupaleaps. |12f20212| Pose the pen, man, way me does. Way Ole Missa Yellatooth fust show me how. Fourth power to her illpogue! |12lm11512| Bould strokes for your life! Tip! This is Steal, this is Barke, this is Starn, this is Swhipt, this is Wiles, this is Pshaw, this are Dibbllinnbbayyates. This is brave Danny weeping his spache for the popers. This is cool Connolly wiping his hearth with brave Danny. And this, |12lm116º12| regard!, is how Chawleses Skewered paraparnelligoes between brave Danny boy and the Connolly. Upanishadem! Top. Spoken hath L'Arty Magory. Ergobragh! Prouf! |12f20412|

|12RM3412| And Kev was wreathed with his pother.

|12RM3512| But (that Jacoby feeling again for forebitten fruit! and|12, my Georgeous,º12| Kevvy too |12heº12| just loves his puppadums|12, I judge12|!) after all his |12autocratic writings ofº12| paraboles of famellicurbs and meddlied muddlingisms, thee faroots hof cullchaw end ate citrawn, |12lm11712| woodint wun able rep of the triperforator awlrite blast through his pergaman |12hit him where he lived andº12| do for the blessted selfchuruls|12, what I think,º12| smarter like it done for |12aº12| manny another unpious of the hairydary quare quandary firstlings till at length|12, you one bladdy bragger,º by mercystroke12| he measured his earth |12anyway12|? could not but reckon in his adder's |12bitter badder cadder12| way our frankson who, to be plain, |12he fight him all time twofeller longa kill dead finish bloody face
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blong you
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wan's won! Rip! |12f20512| And his countinghands rose.

|12RM36 Formalisa.12| Loves deathhow simple!

|12RM3712| Slutningsbane. |12f20612|