— That is true, the ^|alandlord wellnourished one, lord of the seven days, overlord of sats and suns, who keeps watch in Khummer-Phett, ^|bwhose spouse is Anlivph_unread, the dog's bladder, warmer of the couch,^b|a| assented, ^|athrough his opening before its inlookers of where an oxmanstongue was stable,^{a| |a}And that is ^|bat^b| most redoubtably true^a| of more than ^|aone ^|bnone and^b| ilkerman^a| of us. ^|aHe sollecited of all advice for, free of gracis, scamps encloded.^a| I have just, let us praise, been reading in a ^|a(^|bsurpressed surprissed^b|)^a| book with ^|aillustrative expurgative^a| plates ^|aaccompanying the action passim ^|b|cto with^c| my wormest venerection before the wordcraft of this early woodcutter, Mr Aubey Birdsly,^b|a| and whilst I have been turning over the ^|aleaves etceteras ^|bleafless ^|cloose looves of^c| leaflefts^b| casuallty^a| on the lamatory ofter ^|aas ^|bfar as^b| I can recollect some farnights ago,^a| when I^|a, if you will excuse for me this leading down of ^|binexpressibles illexpressibles^b|,^a| am ^|aentrenched upon^a| contemplating ^|aof^a| myself ^|afor relieving purposes in our ^|btrurally^b| virvir vergitable (gardens)^a| I sometimes ^|amaybe ^|benlivened by the natural sins before me,^{b| |b}a wake or ^|cso more^c| hence^{b| |b}with some shock, shell I so render it, have a motion ^|cquiet involuptary^c| that^b|a| am cadging hapsnots missing of distant renations ^|adugouts^a| in my behind scenes ^|adugouts ^|band facsimilar phases^b|a| at no spatial time ^|aof our earthwork^a| processly ^|aas this is^a| about where in fact ^|aI amº ^|bwholly^b| pleased to see from this loudest report ^|xbattery parts^x| I, I am^a| I'm big altogether.

^|aAttention! Standat! Ease!^a|

We are diffusing ^|a(toyou, ty toyou toyou)^a| among ^|ayou our wordless lovers of our sequence^a| the dewfold song of the naughtingels ^|a(Alys, Alys allo!)^|b, the clinkars of our nocturne field. Night's ^|csweet swoot^c| moztheart!^{b| |b}May song it ^|aflorish florush^a|! (in the underwood)!, in chorush, long make it florush (in the Nut, in the Nut sky!), till thorush! Secret hookup!^b|a| from their sheltered position ^|ain rosescenery hayding^a| on the heather side of Waldalure, Mount St John's ^|awhere they winged ^|bafter for^b| duskfall ^|bafter Sunsink gong^b|a|. We are lucky in being so fortunate. ^|aThey will tell the^{a| |a|sh}shows with plosive plaining^sh||b, prime secund & terce, now full theorb; now dulcifair ^|c(Oiboe! Zitthazittha!)^c|,^{b| |sh}the buonaventure^{sh| |b}( ^|cwith^c| gluckgluck^{b| |sh}to wherever boy all shaws in shamefeast (Shown shown! Sheme sheme!)^{sh| |b}and what whoe betwides them when we ^|cplay press^c| pedal pick out & vowelise your name^{b|a| |x}in partial ^|aPere Golathy, Mere Bare, you Bill Heeny, you Smirky Dandy and^|b, more beethoken,^b| all you whackfoolthenairyans ^|band your badhtempered pianos.^b|a|x| The bark and bay duo ^|a(tuat! tuat!)^{a| |a}with goodman fox inchimings^a| having almost ceased for the moment. ^|aLet every sound of a pitch ^|bbe keep in reasonance^b|.^a| To allow the.

Taff — ^|aRoguener Loudbrags,^a| The ^|asoddy^a| old samph ^|ain his ventruculence^a|! ^|x|shAnd his shirt short's between colours.^{sh|x| |x|sh}ere th' Osirian clumdung like a wallf on the folld.^sh|x|

To which yes he did that was the answer.

Bulbul bulbul! Pschtt! Salam, salis salan! Carolius! Did you aye, did you eye, did you missing every see such a way suchawhy blank