2nd typescript, December 1937, II.2§4 draft level 4

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taff (a smart boy, |4of the peat freers,4| thirty two eleven, looking through the roof |4, towards a relevution of the karmalife order4| privious to his hoisting of an emergency umberolla in byway of paraguastical solation to the rhyttel in his hedd): All was flashning and krashning blurty moriartsky blutcherudd? |4What see, buttywalch?4| Tell ever so often?

butt (mottledged youth, clergical appealance, |4who who, as hisº pied friar,4| is supposing to motto the sorry dejester |4in tifftaff toffiness4| or to |4be digr digarced
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from ever and a
4| daye in his accounts): But da. But dada|4, mwilshsuni4|. Till even so aften. Sea vaast a pool!

taff (porumptly helping himself out by the cesspull with a yellup yurrup, puts up his furry furzed hare): Butly bitly. Humme to our mounthings. Conscribe him tillusk, unt, in his jubalant tubalence, the |4grandsapper groundsapper4|, with his soilday site out on his moulday side in. The gubernier-gerenal in laut-lievtonant of Baltiskeeamore|4, amaltheouse for leporty hole4|! Endues paramilintary langdwage. |4The saillils of the yellavs nocadont palignol urdlesh. Shelltoss and welltass and telltuss ogh aghom.4| Sling Stranaslang, how Malorazzias spikes her, coining a speak a spake! The good old gunshop monowards for manosymples. |4Tincurs tammit!4| They did oak hay doe fou Chang-li-meng when that man d'airain was big top tom saw tip side bum boss |4pageantfiller4|. Ajaculate! All lea light! And may he be too an intrepidation of our dreams which we foregot at wiking when the morn hath razed our limpalove and the bleakfrost chilled our ravery. Pook. Sing ching lew mang! |4Upgo, and bobbycop!4| Lets hear in remember the braise of. Hold!

butt (drawling forth from his |4blousom, blousom whereis meditabound of his minkerstary,4| switches on his gorsecopper's fling weitoheito langthorn, fed up the grain oils of Aerin while his laugh neighs banck as
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that flashermind's rays and his lipponease longuewedge wambles): Ullahbluh! Sehyoh narar, pokehole sann! Manhead very dirty by am anoyato. Like old Dolldy Icon when he cooked up his iggs in bicon. |4He gatovit and me gotafit and Oalgoak's chelovenº gut aº fudden. Povar old pitschobed! Molodeztious |afor of metchennacht belaburta| that pentschmyaso!4| Bog carsse and dam mat, sar|4, gam cant4|! Limbers affront of him, lumbers behund. |4While the bucks bite his dos his hart bides the ros till the bounds of his bays bell the warning. Sobaiter,º sobarkar.4| He was enmivallupped. Chromean fastion. With all his cannoball wappents. In his raglanrock and his malakoiffed bulbsbyg and his varnashed roscians and his cardigan's blousejagged and his scarlett manchokuffs and his treecoloured camiflags and his perikopendulous gaelstorms. Here weeks hire pulchers! |4Obriania's beromst!4| From Karrs and Polikoff's, the men's confessioners. Seval shimars pleasant time payings. Mousoumeselles buckwoulds look. Tenter and likelings.
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taff (|4all Perssiasterssias shookatnaratatattar at his waggonhorchers,4| his |4bulgeglarying4| |4starseers stargapers4| razzledazzlingly full of eyes, full of balls, full of holes, full of buttons, full of stains, full of medals, full of blickblackblobs): Grozarktic! Toadlebens! Some garmentguy! Insects appalling low hum clang sin! A cheap decoy! Too deep destroy! Say mangraphique, may say nay par daguerre!

butt (if that he hids foregodden has nate of glozery |4farused ameet the florahs of the follest4| his spent fish's livid smile giving allasundery the bumfit of the doped): Come alleyou |4jupes of Wymmingtown and that graze the calves of Man4|! A bear raigning in his heavenspawn consomation robes. |4Rent, outraged, yewleaved, grained, ballooned, hindergored and voluant.º |aErminia's capecloaked hoodoodman! |bFirst he st sº st steppes.b|a|4| Then he st stoo stoopt. Lookt.

taff (strich struch strangling |4like a lealº lusky Lubliner4| to merubmer by the cycl of the cruize who strungled Attahilloupa with what empoisoned El Monte de Zuma and failing |4wilnaynilnay4| that he was pallups barn in the |4minkst of the4| Krumlin befodt he was popsoused into the |4monkst of the4| vatercan, makes the holypolygon of the emt on the |4greaseshaper greaseshaper, a little farther, a little soon, a letteracettera,
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|aoukray oukraydoubray
a|4|): Scutterer of guld! |4Heº is retourious on every roaderyº!4| The |4lyewdsky4| so so sewn of a |4fitch fitchid4|! With his walshbrushup? |4And his boney bogey braggs?4|

butt (|4|aa witha| pinkpokerº4| pointing out |4in rutene to4| impassible abjects |4beyond the mistomist towards Lissnaluhy4| such as the Djublian Alps and the Hoofd Ribeiro |4as where he and his trulock may ever make |aagame a gamea|4|): |4The field of karnagsº and that bloasted tree. Warful |adoone's doonsºa| bothem.4| Here furry glunn. |4Nye?4| Their feery pass. |4|aTak!a| With guerillaman |aaspeara| aspoor to prink the pranks of prinkissiesº.4| And the buddies behide in the byre. Allahblah!

taff (|4a blackseer,4| he stroves to regulect all the straggles for wife in the rut of the past through the widnows in effigies keening after the blank sheets in their faminy, to the relix of old decency from over draught): |4O Oh,º4| day of rath! Ah, murther of mines! |4Eh, selo moy! Uh, zulu luy!4| Beirnesson MacMahahon from Osro bearing nose easger |4for sweeth prolettas4| on his swooth prowl!

butt (back to his petrol pump: swee Gee's wee rest: no more applehooley: dodewodedook): Bruinoboroff, the hooneymoonger, and the grizzliest manmichal in Meideveide. |4Whose annal lives the hoiest! |aFor he devoused the lelias on the fiendº and he conforted some samp,
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tramp and marchint out of the drumbume of a narse.
a|4| Guards, serf Finnland, serve we all!

taff (|4illcertain illcertain,º between his bulchrichudes and the roshashanaral,4| where he sees Bishop Ribboncake going forth on his visitations of mirrage or Miss Horizon on the curve of the camber unsheathing a showlaced limbaloft to the great consternations): Divulge! |4Hyededye, kittyls, and howdedohº, pan! Poshbott and pulbuties!.4| See that we soll or let thee be luna as strait a way as your ant's folly me line while ye post is goang from Piping Pubwirth to Haunted Hillborough as my farst is near to hear and my sackend is meet to sedon while my whole's a peer's
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aureolies. Bang on the booche, gurg in the gorge, rap on the roof and your flap is unbu...

butt (|4at the signal of his act4| playing the spool of the little brown jog round the wheel of her whang goes the |4miller millner4|): Buckily buckily, blodestained boyne! Bimbambombumb! Why the gigls he lubbed beeyed him.

taff (obliges with a two stop yogacoga symphothy on the bones for ivory girl and ebony boy): The balacleivka! Trovatarovitch! I trumble!

butt (with the sickle of a scygthe but the humour of a hummer, O, |4howorodies through his |acholarogules cholaroguleda|4| fumfing to this wallowing olfact): Mortar martar, tartar wartar! |4|shMay his boules grow wider so his skittles gets worse!sh| |shThe aged monadsh| |shmaking a venture out of the murder of investment!sh|. |shI seen himsh| |awhat |shacting surgentsh| whata| |shbetwinks theº scimitar star and the ashen moonsh|. |shBy their lights shalthow throw him!sh|4| Piffpaff for puffpuff and my pife for his cgar! |4The mlachy way for gambling.4|

|4⇒ [Up to this |aturnpike curkscraw binda| an admirable verbivocovisual presentment of the world-renowncedº Carl Caerholme Event has been being given by the The Irish Race. The huddled and aliven |aentries stablecrashersa| have shared fleetfooted enthusiasm with the paddocks |athere darea| and ditches tare while the mews was combing ground. Helioscopeº flashed winsor places as the gates might see. Meusdeus! That was Mr Twomass Nohoholan telling the Verily Roverend Father Epiphanes of Saint Dhorough's |x(in brown browne bomler)x| how
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Backlegs shirked the racing kenneldar. The saintly scholarist's roasteringº guffalawd tellsº of the chestnut's (once again, Wittyngtom!) romptyhompty successfulness. Slippery Sam was slooching about in his knavish diamonds asking Mag |aMax, Knox and the Muggies Gmax, Knox and the Dmuggiesa| to deck the ace of duds. |aTinkler Tim, howbeit, is in Boozer's Gloom, |bsoalken steady in his sulken tents.b|a| And the frocks of shick sheeples in their shummering ensimples. You see: a chiefsmith, semperal scandal stinkmakers,º a middineatº from the Casabianca and, of course, Mr Fry. Barass! Pardon the inquisition, causas es quostas? It is Davalorem's Dominical Brayers. Take Why coif that weird hood? Because among nosoever circusdances is to be apprehended the dustingwished poltronage of the lost |aGabbarnar-Jaggarnath. Gabbarnaur-Jaggarnath.a| |aBamjab! Pamjab!a| Gross Jumpiter, whud was thud? Luckluckluckluckluckluckluck! It is the Thousand to One Guinea-Gooseberry'sº Lipperfull Cup Slipver Cup. Hold hard, |atight little titelittlea| right ridesiddleº Pitsy Riley! He had put all |aplumbeda| Lady Arrhieta's milreis on Gesuit Gem and he gave up to the Man in Position. went |asloweda| off his quicker oaths. Gurragrunch, gurragrunch! They are at the turn of the fourth of |athea| hurdles, by the hross of Xristos, Holophullopopulace is a shote of excramation. |aBumchub!a| Emancipator is showing the eagle's way to Mr Whaytehayte'sº three geldings while Furstin II and The Other Girl have, Girl, too early spring dabbles, are showing a clean p |sapairofhidsºsa| to Immensipater.º Sinkathinks-a Sinkathinksº to oppen here! To this virgin's tuft, on thisº golden of evens! Sink-athink I never I never sought of sinkathink. Our |aloadmakor lorkmakorºa| he is proformly annuysed. He is shinkly thinkly shaking in his schaynes. schayns.º Sat will be off follteedee!º This a eeridreme |ais has beingºa| effered you by Bett and Tipp. Tipp and Bett, |athe oura| swapstick quackchancers, in From Topphole to Bottom ofº |aOur Thea| Irish Race and World.º]

taff (awary that the first sports report of Loundin Reginald has now been afterthoughtfully colliberated by a saggind spurts flash, takes the dipperend direction |4and and, |afora| tastingº the |atimor tiomora| of
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malaise after the pognency of orangultonia,º
4| orients by way of sagittarius towards Draco on the Lour): |4|shAnd you collier carsst on him, the corsar,sh| |awitha| |shBoyle, Burke and Campbell,sh| |shI'll gogemble on Strongbone's Strangbonesº|4| You had just been cerberating a camp camp camp to Saint Sepulchre's march through the armeemonds retreat with the boys all marshalled,
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scattering giant's hail over the curseway, fellowed along the rout by the stenchions of the corpse. |4Tell the coldspell's terroth.4| If you please, commeylad! Think some ingain think|4, as Teakortairer sate over the Galwegian caftan |awhen forewhena| Orops and |aAsas Aasasa| were chooldrengs and micramacrees4|! A forward movement and despatch!

butt (slinking his coatsleeves |4surdout4| over his mutton shoulder so as to loop more life the jauntlyman as he scents the anggreget yup behound their whole scoopchina's desparate noys' totalage and explaining aposteriorly |4how |sahow, howsa| awstooloo was valdesombre belowes |sahero, hero andsa|4| he was in a greak esthate phophiar an erixion on the soseptuple side of him made spoil apriopi his popoporportiums): Yass, I don't think I did not. Never you brother me for I scout it, thunk you! Ichts nichts on nichts. Of all the quirasses and all the |4quaremin qwehrmin4| in the tragedoes of those antiants their grandoper, |4that soun of a gunnong, with his sabaothsopolettesº,4| smooking his scandleloose at botthends of him! I |4thinked grandthinked after his obras after another time4| about the itch in his egondoom he was legging boldylugged |4from some pulversporochs and lyoking for a stooleazy for to nemesisplotsch and for4| to salubrate himself with an ultradungs heavenly mass at his base by |4a suprime pompship chorams4| the perished popes, the reverend and allaverred cromlecks, and when I heard his lewdbrogue reciping his cheateary gospeds I thought he was only haftara having afterhis brokeforths but |4be the homely Churopodvas4| I was bibbering with vear a few versets off, fooling for fiorg for my fifth foot. Of manifest 'tis obedience and the. Flute!
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taff (jotning in, |4hoghly ligious,4| hapagodlap, with a pique at his cue and a tyr in his eye and a bond of his back and a croak in his cry as did jolly well harm lean o'er him): Is not athug who would. |4Which goatheye and sheepskeer they damnty well know.4| Papaist! |4Gambanman!4| Take the cawraidd's blow! |4Yia!4| Your partridge's last!

butt (|4giving his scimmianised twinge, |a|bhis studenlyb| drobs led, satoniseels ouchyotchy,a|4| he changecors |4induniforms4| as he is lefting the gat out of the big: his face glows green, his hair greys white, his bleyes bcome broon to suite his cultic
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twalette): But when I seeing him |4in his oneship4| fetch along within hail, that tourrible tall |4with his |anitshnykknopf |bnitschnykknoff nitshnykkopfgoknobb|a|4|, and attempting like a brandylogged rudeman cathargic, lugging up and laiding down his livepelts so cruschinly like Mebbuck at Messar and expousing his old skinful self tailtottom by manurevring in open ordure to renewmurature with the cowruads in their airish pleasantry, I thanked he was recovering breadth from some herdsquatters beyond the carcasses and I couldn't erver nerver to tell a liard story not of I knew the prize if from lead or alimoney. But when I got inoccupation of a full view of his old basemiddelism, pagne pogne, and caught the pfierce tsmell of his aurals|4, orankastankº,4| like Peder the Graste, my bill it forsooks allegiance (gut bull it!) and|4, no lie is this,4| I was babbering bibbelboy tob tob tob beat it|4, solongopatom4|. Clummensy if ever misused, must used you's now! But, meac Coolp, |4I confesses withould pridejealice when I rueckenased the fates of a bosser |athere was fear on me the sons of Nuad for him and it was heavy he was for me
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then and
a|4| I adn't the arts to.

taff (as a marrer off |4act act, prepensing how such waldmanns from Burnias seduced country clowns,4| he is preposing |4barangaparangº |aafter going knowing what he is doing aftera|4| to see him pluggy well moidered as a murder effect before he doze |4soze soze, sopprused though he is4|): You hidn't the hurts? Vott Fonn!

butt (hearing somrother sudly give tworthree peevish sniff sniff snoores like falseleep he waitawhishts to see might he stirs and then goes on |4kuldrum like4| without asking for pepeace or anysing a soul): |4Merzmard!4| I met with whom it was too late. My fate! O hate! Fairwail! |4Fearwealing of the groan!4| And think of that when you smugs to bagot!

taff (who meanwhilome at yarn's length |4so as to put a nodje in the poesth poestcher,º by wile of stoccan his hand and |aof rooma makin bera| getting umptyums gatherumed off the skattert4| had been lavishing, lagan on lighthouse, words of silentgolden |4power power,º susu glouglou biribiri gongos,4| upon the repleted speechsalver's innkeeping right which, |4thanks |agiveme, giveme and
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naperied norms nonobstaclant,º
a|4| there can be little doubt, have resulted in |4a momstchance ministring of4| another guidness, my good, to see): Bompromifazzio! |4Shumpum for Pa-li-di and oukosouso for the nipper dandy!4| To bug at?

butt (he whipedoff's his chimbley phot as he takecups the communion of sense at the hands of the foregiver of trosstpassers and thereinofter centellinates, that potifex miximhost with haruspical hospedariaty proferring into his pauses somewhog salt bacon): |s4blank Theres scares knud in this gnarld warld a fully so svend as dilates for the improvement of our foerses of nature by your very ample thousand of referacting upon me like is boesen find fiennd.s4|

|4⇒ [The other foregotthenedsº |a|baboosdºb| in the Mullingariaa| are during this swishingsight |ateilweisioned how teilweisioned. Howa| the fictionable world
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in Fruzian Creamtartery is loading off heavy furses and affubling themselves with muckinslushes. The Neatschkneeº Novgolosh. How the spinach ruddocks are being tatoovatted up for the second comings of antigreenst. Hebeneros for Aromal Peace. How Alibey Ibrahim wisheths Bella Suora to a holy cryptmahs while the Arumbian Knives |aRidersa| axecutesº devilances round the jehumispheure. Learn the Nunsturk. How Old Yales boys is making rebolutions for the cunning New Yirls, never elding, still begidding, never to mate to lend, never to ate selleries, and never to add soulleries and never to ant sulleries and never to aid silleries |aand witha| sucharow |aand witha| sotchyouroff as Berk Burkeley's Show's a ructiongetherall. Phone for Phineal toomellow aftermorn and your phumeral's a roselixion.º]

taff (|4now as he has been past the buckthurnstock of Peadhar theº Piper of Colligachuna,4| whiles they all are bealting pots |4to dubrin din4| for old daddam dombstom to tomb and wamb humbs lumbs agamb, glimpse agam, glance agen, rise up road and hive up hill, and find your pollyvoulley foncey pitchin ingles in the parler): Since you are on for versingrhetorish, say your piece! |4How Buccleuchº shocked the rosing |agirnerelles girnirillesa|. |aA ballet of g Gatsyº Power.a| And don't live out the sad of tearfs|a, piddyawhickºa|!4| Not offgott affsang is you, buthbach? Ath yetheredayth noth endeth, thay? Vaersegood! Buckle to! |4Sayyessik, Ballygarry!º4| The fourscore soculums are watchyoumaycodding |4to cooll the skoopgoods blooff4|. Harkabuddy, feign! Thingman placeyear howed wholst somwom shimwhir tinkledinkledelled. Shinfine deed in the myrtle of the bog tway fainmain stod op to slog, free bond men lay lurkin on. |4Tuan about whattinghim! |aFore sneezturmdrappen!a|4| 'Twill be a |4nice change rpnice pschange4|, arrah, sir? Can you come it, budd?
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butt (who in the cushlows of his goodsforseeking |4hoarth hoarth, ever fondlinger of his pimple spurk,4| is a niallist of the ninth homestages, the babybell in his baggutstract upper going off allatwanst begad lest he should challenge himself bygoad till angush): Horrasure, toff! |4As said as would. It was Colporal Phailinxº first.4| Hittit was
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of |4another time,4| a white horsday |4where the midril met the bulg, sbogom,4| roughnow along about the first equinarx in the cholonder, |4in on4| the plain of Khorason as thou goest from the mount of Bekel, |4Steep Nemorn,4| elve hundred and therety and to years |4how the krow flees4| end in deed, |4after a power of skimiskes, |ablodidens and godinats of them,a|4| when we sight the beats |4(whatlk of wraimy wetter!)4|, moist moonful date man ever held |4dymsdzeyº4| death with, and higheye was in the Reilly Oirish |4Kerssonese |aKrzersonese Krzerszonesea|4| Milesia|4,º |aunder asundursta| Sirdarthar Woolwichleagues,4| good tomkeys years somewhile in Crimealian wall samewhere in Ayerland during me weeping stillstumms over the freshprosts of Eastchept and the dangling garters of Marrowbone and daring my wapping stiltstunts on Bostion Moss, old stile and new style and heave a lep onwards. And winn again|4, blaguadargoos,4| or lues the day, plays goat the banshee pealer, |4if moskats knows whoss whizz,4| the great day |4and the druidful day4| come San Patrisky and the grand day|4, theº excellent fine splendorous long agreeable toastworthy cylindrical day4| go Sixt of the Ninth, the heptahundread annam dammias that Hajizfijjiz tells me is and will and was be till the timelag is in it that's told |4in the Bok of Alam4| to columnkill all the prefacies of Erin gone brugk. But I cantenue. And incommixtion. We was lowsome like till we'd took out after the dead beats. So I begin to study and I soon show them day's reasons how to give the cold shake and lay one over the beats. All feller he look he call all feller come longa villa finish. Toumbalo, how was I acclapadad! |4From them banjopeddlars on the raid.4| Gidding up me anti vanillas and getting off the stissas me aunties. |4Boxerisingº and |acoxarusing coxerusinga|.4| And swiping a johnnydann sweept for to exercitise myself neverwithstanding |4the topkats and4| his roaming cartridges |4orussheying and patronningº out4| all over Crummwilliam wall. Be the why it was me who haw haw.

taff (all for letting his tinder and lighting be put to beheiss in the feuer |4and and, while durblinly obasiant to the felicias of the skivis,4| still smolking his fulvurite turfkish in the rooking pressance of
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laddios): Yaa hoo how how, col? |4Whom battles joined nobottles sever!4| Worn't you aid a comp?
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butt (in his difficoltous tresdobremient, he feels |4like a bitvalike4| a baddlefall of staot but falls |4for a batforlake4| a borrlefull of bare): And me awlphul omegrims! Between me rassociations in the postleadeny past and me disconnections with aplombpervious futules I've a boodle full of maimeries in me buzzim and medears runs sloze, bleime, as I now recoil in (how the thickens they come back to one to rust!) me misenary post for all them old boyars that's now boomaringing in waulholler, me alma marthyrs. I |4think dring4| to them, bycorn spirits fuselaiding, even where its contentsed |4water wody, with absents wehrmuth4|. Junglemen in agleement, I give thee our greatly swooren, Theoccupant |4the First |athe Redful that Rueandredfula|4|, the Thronefollower and all our royal devouts with the arrest of the whole inhibitance of Neuilands! One brief mouth. |4And a velligoolapnow!4| Meould attashees, the currgans (if they could get a kick at this time for all that's hapenced to us!), Cedric said Gormleyson and Danno O'Dunnochoo and Conno O'Cannochar |4it is theseº were their names4|, for we were all |4under that manner4| barracksers in Kong Gores Wood together, thurkmen three, with those khakireinettes, our miladies in their toileries, the twum plumyumnietcies (Vjeras Vjenaskayas) of old Djadja Uncken who was a great mark for jinking and junking, to the palposes of womth and wamth, we war, and the charme of their light brocade. |4Help, help Hulp, hulp4|, huzzars! |4Raise ras tryracy!4| Freetime's free! Up Lancesters! Anathem!

taff (passing the uninational truthbosh in smoothing irony over the multinotcheralled infructuosities of his grinner set): The rib, the rib, the quean of oldbyrdes! Sinya Sonyavitches! Your Rhoda Cockardes that are raday to embrase our ruddy inflamtry world! Till they've
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kinks in their tringers and boils on their |4toes taws4|. Whor dor the pene lie, Mer Pencho? Ist dramhead countmortial or gonorrhal stab? Mind your pughs and keoghs now, if you piggots, marsh! For zahur and zimmerminnes! Sing the chorias to the ethur!

|4⇒ [ Following a fade of transformed Tuff and, pendingº |a|bits viseversion, ab| metenergica| reglow of beaming Batt the bairdboard bombardment
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|afield screenºa| ofº caref tastefully taut guranium satinº tends to teleframe and step up to |aa thea| charge of a light barricade. Down the photoslope in syncopancº pulses, with the bitts bugtwug their teffs, the missledhropesº |aglitteraglatteragutt, glitteraglatteraglutt,a| borne by their |acarrier wave. carnier walve.a| A spraygunº rakes |aand splitsa| them from a double focus: shellite, grenadite, alextronite, nichilite: and the scanning |aspot firespot of the |bscanners sgunnersb|a| traverses the rutilanced illustred sunksundered lines. Shlossh! A gaspel truce leaks out over the cas caeseine coatings. Amid a fluorescence of spectracular mephiticism there caoculates |athrough the iconoscopeº stealdilya| a still, the figure of a fellowchap in the |awoly wohlya| ghast, Popey |aO'Donoshough. O'Donoshough, the jesuneral of the russuates.a| It is for the |acastomercy castomerciesa| mudwake |asurfeice. surveice.a| |aThe victar.a| Pleace to dough not notnoys speec speach above your br dreath dreadths, please to doughboys. Hll, smthngs gnwrng withth sprsncswtch!º He blanks his oggles because that he confesses to all his tellavicious nieces. He blocks his nosoes because that because that he confesses to everywheres he was always putting up his latest faengers. He wollops his mouther with a sword of tusk in asº because that he confesses how opten he used be obening her andº howonton he used be undering her. He boundles alt alltogodderº his manucupes with his pedarrests inasmuchº as because that he confesses before all his handcomplishies and behind all his comfoderacies. And he (hereis cant came back saying he codant steal no lunger, yessis,
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catz come buck beqeuesº he caudant stail awake) he touched upon this tree of life for inasmuch as because that he confessed to it on Hillel and downº Dalem and in the places which the leopardsº inhabitº andº in the place of the stones and in |afact pontoferta| now he come to think of it jolly well ruttengenerously olyovyover the ole blucky shop. Pugger old Pumpey O'Dungaschiff! There will beº a hen collection of him after unread avensung on the |afiell fielda| of Hanar. Dumble down, looties and ger gengstlermen!º Dtin dtin, dtin dtin!º]

butt (with a gisture expansive of Mr Lhugewhite Cadderpollard with sunflawered beautonhole pulled up point blanck by mailbag mundaynism at Oldbally Court though the hissindensity backfar of his melovelance tells how when he was fast marking his first lord for cremation the whyfe of his bothem was the very lad's thing to elter his mehind): Prostatates, pujealousties! Dovolnoisers, prayshyous! Defense in every circumstancias of deboutcheries no the chaste daffs! Be at the peme, prease, of not forgetting or mere betoken yourself to hother prace! Correct me for cossakes but I abjure of it. No more basquibezigues for
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this |4one! pole aprican!º4| With askormiles' eskermillas. I had my billyfell of duckish delights |4the whole pukny time |aon rawmeots and juliannesa|4| with their |4toes lambstoels4| in my kiddeneys and my ramsbutter in their sassenacher ribs when th'osirian cumb dumb like the whalf on the fiord and we preying players and pinching peacesmokes, troupkers tomiatskyns all, for Father Petrie Spence |4of Parishmoslattary4| to go and leave us and the crimsend daun to shellalite on the darkumen (scene as signed, Slobabogue), feeding and sleeping on the huguenottes (the snuggest spalniel's where the lieon's tame!) and raiding revolations over the allbegeneses (sand us and saint us and sound as agun). Yet still in all, spit for spat, |4like we chantied on Sunda schoon,4| every warson wearrier kaddies a komnate in his schnapsack and unlist I am getting foegutfulls of the rugiments of savaliged wildfire I was gamefellow willmate and send
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us victorias with nowells and brownings, dumm, sneak and curry, and all the fun I had in their fanagan's week. A strange man wearing abarrel. And here's a gift of meggs and teggs. And as I live by chipping nortons. And 'tis iron fits the farmer, ay. Arcdesedo! Renborumba! Them were the hellscyown days for our fellows, the loyal leibsters, and we was the redugout rawrecruitioners, praddies three and prettish too, |4a wheeze we has in our wayndwardº islands, wee engrish,4| one long blue streak|4, jisty and pithy af durck rosolunº,4| with hand to hand as Homard Kayenne was always jiggilyjugging about in his wendowed courage when our |4way woos4| with the wenches went wined for a song, |4tsingirillies' zyngarettes,4| while Woodbine Willie, |4so popiular with the popprossiesº,4| our Chorney Choplain, blued the air. |4Sczlanthas!4| Banzaine! Bissbasses! S. Pivorandbowl! And we all tuned in to hear the topmast noviality. Up the revels, drown the rinks and almistips all round. Paddy Bonhamme he vives! Encore! And tig for tag. I did not give to one humpenny dump|4, wingh or wangh,4| touching those thusengaged slavey generales |4of Tanah Kornall's Kornalls4|, the meelisha's deelishas, pronouncing their very flank movemens in sunpictorsbosk. |4Baghus the whatwar!º4| I could always take good cover of myself. And, eyedulls or earwakers, preyers for rain or comminations, I did not care three tanker's hoots (sham! hem! or chaffit!) for any feelings from my lifeprivates on their reptrograd
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leanins because I have Their Honours booth my respectables soeurs assistershood off Lyndhurst Terrace|4, the puttih Misses Celana Dalems,4| and she |4in vinting her angurr4| can belle the troth on her alliance and I know His Heriness my respeaktoble medams culonelle on Mellay Street|4, Lightnints Gundhur Sawabs Sawabs,4| and they would never as the |4amies aimees4| of servation let me down. Not on your bludger life, touters! No peeping, pimpadoors! And|4, by Jova,4| I never went wrong nor let him doom till, risky wark rasky wolk, |4at the head of the wake,4| up come stumblebum
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(ye olde cottemptable!), his urssian gemenal, in his scutt's rudes unreformed |4and he went before him4| with the same old domstoole story and his upleave the fallener as is greatly to be petted (whitesides do his beard!) and I seen his brichashert's offensive |4and his boortholomas vadnhammaggs4| vise a vise them scharlot runners |4and how they gave love to him and how he took the ward from us4| (odious! the |4fly fly4| flurtation of |4it of his him and hers4|! just |4mairmaid4| maddeling |4it was it4| he was!) and, my oreland for a rolvever, |4sord,4| by the splunthers of colt and bung goes the enemay, the Percy rally got me, |4sir. |asir. messgerºa| |aAs (asa| true as theirs an Almagnian Gothabobus!|a) toº blow the grand off his aceupper.º Thistake,º it's meest!ºa|4| And after meath the dulwich. We insurrectioned and, be the procuratress of the hory synnotts, |4before he could tell pullyirragun to parrylewis,4| I shuttm, missus, like a wide sleever! Hump to dump! Tumbleheaver!

taff (camelsensing that |4sonce they have given bron a nuhlan4| the volkar boastsung is heading to sea vermelhion but too wellbred not to ignore the unzemlianess of |4the his rifal's4| preceedings, in an effort towards autosotorisation effaces himself in favour of the idiology alwise behounding his lumpy bump off homosodalism which means that if he has lain amain to lolly his liking |4cabronne! —4| he may pops lilly a young one to his herth |4|a— combrune! — — combrune!ºa|4|): Oholy rasher, I'm believer! And Oho bullyclaver of ye, bragadore-gunneral! The grand ohold spider! |4It is a name to call to him.º |aUmsturdum Vonn!ºa|4| Ah, you were shutter reshottus and sieger besieged. Aha race of fiercemarchands counterination of shorpshoopers.

butt (miraculising into the Dann Deafir |4warcry as, warcry,4| his bigotes |4bristling bristling, as, jittinju triggity shittery pet,4| he shouts his thump and feeh fauh foul |4fingures finngures4| up the heighohs of their ahs!): Bluddymuddymuzzle! |4The buckbeshottered! |aHe'll umbozzle no more graves! And nor horne nor haunder, lou garou, for |bgay gazelles gayl gesellesb| in dead men's hills!a|4| Kaptan (backsights to his bared!), His Cumbulent Embulence the frustrate
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fourstar Russkakruscan, Dom Allaf O'Khorwan, connundurumchuff.

taff (who, asbestas can, |4wiz the healps of gosh and his bluzzid maikar,4| has been sulphuring to himsalves all the pungataries
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of sin praktice in failing to furrow theogonies of the dommed): |4Trisseme, the mangoat!4| And the name of the most marsiful, |4the aweghost,4| the gragious one! In sobber sooth and in souber civiles? And to the dirtiment of the curtailment of his all of man? Notshoh?

butt (maoment scoffin, but apoxyomenously deturbaned but thems bleachin banes will be after making a bashman's haloday out of the euphorious hagiohygiecynicism his die and be diademmed): Yastsar! In sabre tooth and sombre saviles! Senonnevero! That he leaves nyet is my grafe. |4He deared me to it and he dared me do itº |aandº bedattle I didaredonit as |shCocksnarksh| |bof |shKilltorksh|b| can tell and |shUssur Ursussen of the viktaurious onrush withº all the rattles in his arctic!sh|a| |aAsº bold and as madhouse |sha bull in a meadowssh|. |b|shKnout Kittrickº|b|a|4| For when meseemim|4, |shand tolfoklokken rolland out allover ourloud's lande,sh|4| beheaving up that sob of |4turv tunf4| for to |4weepimselp |a|shclaimhis, for tosh|a| wollpimsolff, puddywhuck4|. |4At that in illstunt to instullt to |aIgorlundsk Igorladnsa|!4| Prronto! |4|shI gave one doublenotchsh| |shand I ups with my crozziersh|. Mirrdo!4| With my bow on armer and hits leg an arrow cockshock rockrogn. Sparro!

|4⇒ [The abnihilisation of the etym by the |agrivning of the grovning of the grinder of the grunder of thea| first lord of Hurtreford expolodotonates |athrough Parsuraliaa| with an ivanmorinthorrorumble fragoromboassity amidwhiches are perceirableº moletons skaping with |amuleheels muliculesa| while coventry plumpkins fairlygosmotherthemselves in the Landaunelegants of Pinkadindy. Similar scenate are projectilised from Hullolullu,º Bawlawayo, empyreal Raum and mordern Atems. |aIt is They |bare wereb|a| precisely the twelves of clocks, noon minutes, none seconds. At someseat of Oldanelang's Konguerrig, by dawnybreak in Aira.º]4|

taff (skimperskamper, his wools gatherings all over cromlin what with the birstol boys artheynes and is it her tour and the crackery of the |4fullfour4| fivefirerms and the crockery of their |4domn chambers damdam
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domdom chumbers
4|): Wathall thubulbs uptheaires? Shattamovick?

butt (pulling alast stark daniel with alest doog at doorak while, too greater than pardon, painfully, the issue of his mouth diminuendoing, vility of vilities, he becomes, allasvitally, faint): Shurenoff. Like Faun MacGhoul.