Galleys, 2 sets, November 1938, II.2§6 draft level 7

MS British Library 47480 308, 300-311 Draft details

Shutmup. And bud did doom well right. And if he sung dumb in his glass darkly speech lit face to face on all around.

Vociferagitant. Viceversounding. Namely, Abdul Abulbul Amir or Ivan Slavansky Slavar. In alldconfusalem. As to whom the major guiltfeather pertained it was |7Hegesippus Hercushiccups'7| care to educe. Beauty's bath she's bound to bind beholders and Pride, his purge, has place appoint in penance and the
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law's own libel lifts and lames the low with the lofty. Be of the housed! While the Hersy Hunt they harrow the hill for to rout them rollicking rogues from, rule those racketeer romps from, rein their rockery rides from. Rambling.

Nightclothesed, arooned, the conquerods sway. After their battle thy fair bosom.

— That is too too true enough in Solidan's Islamd as in Moltern |7Giaourmany, Giaourmany7| and from the Amalekins off to date back to land of engined Egypsians, assented from his opening before his inlookers of where an oxmanstongue stalled stabled, the wellnourished one, lord of the seven days, overlord of sats and suns, the sat of all the suns which are in the ring of his system of the sats of his sun, god of the scuffeldfallen skillfilledfelon who (he contaimns) hangsters, who (he constrains) hersirrs, a gain changful, a mintage vaster, heavy on shirts, lucky with shifts, the topside humpy up stummock atween his showdows fellah, Misto Teewiley Spillitshops, who keepeth watch in Khummer-Phett, whose spouse is An-Lyph, the dog's bladder, warmer of his couch in fore. We all, for whole men is lepers, have been nobbut wonterers in that chill childerness which is our true name after the allfaulters (mug's luck to em!) and, bespeaking of love and lie detectors in venuvarities, whateither the drugs truth of it|7,7| was
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there an iota omicrone from the faust to the lost. And that is at most redoubtedly an overthrew of each and ilkermann of us, I persuade myself, before Gow, gentlemen, so true as this are my kopfinpot astrode on these is my boardsoldereds.

It sollecited, grobbling hummley, his roundhouse of seven orofaces, of all, guiltshouters or crimemummers, to be sayd by, codnops, advices for, free of gracies, scamps encloded, competitioning them, if they had steadied Jura or when they had raced Messafissi, husbond of your wifebetter or bestman botchalover of you yourself, how comes ever a body in our taylorised world to selve out thishis, whither it gives a primeum nobilees for our notomize or naught, the farst wriggle from the ubivence, whereom is man, that old offender, nother man, wheile he is asame. And fullexampling. The pints in question. With some byspills. And sicsecs to provim hurtig. Soup's on!

A time. And a find time. Whenin aye was a kiddling. And the tarikies held sowansopper. Let there beam a frishfrey. And they sodhe gudhe rudhe brodhe wedhe swedhe medhe in the kauddledrum.

— I have just (let us suppraise) been reading in a (suppressed) book — it is notwithstempting by meassures long and limited: the latterpress is eminently legligible and the paper|7,7| so he eagerly seized upon|7,7| has scarsely been
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buttered in works of previous publicity wholebeit in keener notcase would I turf aside for pastureuration. Packen paper paineth whomto is sacred scriptured sign. Who straps it scraps it that might, if ashed, have healped. Enough, however, have I read of it like my good bedst friend to augur in the hurry of the times that it will cocommend the widest circulation and a reputation coextensive with its merits when inthrusted into safe and pious hands upon so edifying a mission as it, I can see, as is his. It is ambullished with expurgative plates replete in information and accampaigning the action passim, slapbang, whizzcrash, boomarattling from burst to past, as I have just been seeing, with my wormest venerections, of a timmersome townside upthecountrylifer (Guard place the town!), allthose everwhalmed upon that preposterous blank seat, before the wordcraft of this early woodcutter, a master of vignettiennes
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and our findest grobsmid among all their oreficis (and, shukar in chowdar, so splunderdly english!), Mr Aubeyron Birdslay. Chubgoodchob, arsoncheep and wellwillworth a triat! |7Bismillafoulties but Bismillafoulties. But7| the hasard you aks is justly behind his meddle throw! Those sad pour sad forengistanters, dastychappy dustyrust! Chaichairs. It is that something, awe, aurorbean in that fellow, hamid and damid (did he have but Hugh de Brassey's beardslie his wear mine of ancient guised), which comequeers this anywhat perssian which we, owe, realisinus with purups a dard of pene. There is, among others pleasons whom I love and which are favourests to mind, one which I have pushed my finker in for the movement and, but for my sealring is none to hand I swear, she is highly catatheristic and there is another which I have fombly fongered freequuntly and, when my signet is on sign again I swear, she is deeply sangnificant. |7Culpo de Dido!º Ars we say in the classies. Kunstful, we others said.7| What ravening shadow! What dovely line! Not the king of this age could richlier eyefeast in oreillental longuardness with alternate nightjoys of a thousand kinds but one kind. A shahrryar cobbler on me when I am lying! And whilst (when I doot my sliding panel and I hear cawcaw) I have been idylly |7turnbing turmbing7| over the loose looves leaflefts jaggled casuallty on the lamatory, as is my this is, as I must commit my lips to make misface for misfortune, often, so far as I can chance to recollect from them some farnights ago (so dimsweet is that selvischdischdienence of to not to be able to be obliged to have to hold further anything than a stone his throw's fruit's fall!), when I, if you will excuse for me this informal leading down of illexpressibles, enlivened toward the Author of Nature by the natural sins liggen gobelimned theirs before me (how differended with the manmade Eonochs Cunstuntonopolies!), weathered they be of a general golf stature, assasserted, or blossomly emblushing themselves underneed of some howthern folleys, am entrenched
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up contemplating of myself, wiz my naked I, for relieving purposes in our trurally virvir vergitabale (garden) I sometimes, maybe, what has justly said of old Flannagan|7,7| a wake from this or huntsfurwards, with some shock (shell I so render
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it?) have (when I ope my shylight window and I see coocoo) a notion quiet involuptary of that I am cadging hapsnots as at murmurrandoms of distend renations from ficsimilar phases or dugouts in the behindscenes of our earthwork (what rovining shudder! what deadly loom!), as this is, at no spatial time processly which regards to concrude chronology about which in fact, at spite of I having belittled myself to my gay giftname of insectarian|7,7| happy burgages abeyance would make homesweetstown hopey goalucrey, my mottu propprior, as I claim, cad's truck, I coined, I am highly pelaged and deeply gluttened to mind hindmost hearts to see by their loudest reports from my three spawn bottery parts (shsh!) that, columbophile and corvinophobe alike, when I have remassed me, my travelling self|7,º7| as from Magellanic clouds, after my contractual expanditures, through the perofficies of merelimb, I, my good grief, I am, I am big alltoogooder.

He beached the bark of his tale; and set to husband and vine: and the harpermaster told all the living conservancy, know Meschiameschianah, how that win a gain was in again. Flying the Perseoroyal. Withal aboarder|7,7| |7Padar padar7| and madar, hal and sal, the sens of Ere with the duchtars of Iran. Amick amack amock in a mucktub. With the tou loulous and the gryffygryffygryffs at Fenegans Wick, the Wildemanns. Washed up whight and deliveried rhight. Loud lauds to his luckhump and bejetties on jonahs. And they winxed and wanxed like baillybeacons. Till we woksed up oldermen.

From whose plultibust preaggravated by baskatchairch theologies (there were nighn on thaurity herouns in that alraschil arthouducks draken), they were whoalike placed to say, in the matters of ducomans nonbar one, with bears' respects to him and bulls' acknowledgments (Come on now, girls! Lead off, O cara|7,7| whichever won of you wins! The two Gemuas and Jane Agrah and the Judy tomboys!), disassembling and taking him apart, the slammocks, with discrimination for his maypole and a rub in passing over his hump, drogueries inaddendance, frons, fesces and frithstool: 1) he hade to die it, the beetle, 2) he didhithim self,
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hod's fush, 3) all ever the pelican huntered with truly fond bullpen backthought since hes toork human life where his personal low outhired his taratoryism, the orenore under the selfhide of his bessermettle, was forsake in his chiltern and lumbojumbo, 4) he was like Fintan fore flood and after sometimes too damned merely often on the saved side, saw he was, 5) regarding to prussyattes or quarzyverzing he wassand no better than he should have been before he could have been
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better than what he warrant after, 6) blood, musk or haschish, as coked, diamoned or penceloid, and bleaching him naclenude from all cohlorine matter, down to a boneash bittstoff, he's, tink fors tank, the same old dustamount on the same old tincoverdull bauble class, totstittywinktosser and bogusbagwindburster, whether fitting tyres onto Danelope boys or fluttering flaus for laurettas, whatever the bucket brigade and the plug party says, touchant Arser of the Rum Tipple and his camelottery and lyonesslooting, but with a layaman's brutstrenth|7,7| by Jacohob and Esahur and the all saults of sallies, but what we warms to hear, jef, is the woods of chirpsies cries to singaloo sweecheeriode and sock him up, the old cant rogue.

Group A.

You have jest (a ham) beamed listening through (a ham pig) his haulted excerpt from John Whitton's fiveaxled production, The Coach With The Six Insides, from the Tales of Yore of the times gone by before there was a hofdking or a hoovthing or a pinginapoke in Oreland, all souled. Goes Tory by Eeric Whiggs is To Become Tintinued in Fearson's Nightly in the Lets All Wake Brickfaced In Lucan. Lhirondella, jaunty lhirondella! With tirra lirra rondinelles atantivy we go.

Attention! Stand at!! Ease!!!

We are now diffusing among our lovers of this sequence (toyou! toyou!) the dewfolded song of the naughtingels (Alys! Alysaloa!) from their sheltered positions in rosescenery haydyng on the heather side of Waldalure, Mount Saint John's, Jinnyland, whither our allies winged by duskfail from Mooreparque, swift sanctuary seeking, after Sunsink gong (Oiboe!
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Hitherzither! Almost dotty! I must dash!) to pour their peace in partial (floflo floreflorence), sweetishsad lightandgayle, twittwin twosingwoolow. Let everie sound of a pitch keep still in reasonance, jemcrow, jackdaw, prime and secund with their terce that whoe betwides them, now full theorb, now dulcifair, and when we press of pedal (sof!) pick out and vowalise your name. A mun. You pere Golazy, you mere Bare and you Bill Heeny, and you Smirky Dainty and, more beethoken, you whackfoolthenairyans with all your badchthumpered peanas! We are gluckglucky in our being so far fortunate that|7,7| bark and bay duol with Man Goodfox inchimings having ceased to the moment|7,7| so allow the clinkars of our nocturne field, night's sweetmoztheart, their Carmen Sylvae, my quest, my queen. Lou must wail to cool me airly! Coil me curly, warbler dear! May song it flourish (in the underwood), in chorush, long make it flourish (in the Nut, in the Nut sky) till thorush! Secret hookup.

— Roguenaar Loudbrags, that soddy old samph! How hijh is vuile, vat?

To which yes he did, capt, that was the answer.
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— And his shartshort trooping its colours! We knows his ventruquulence.

Which tuat tuat rang ripprippripplying.

Bulbul, bulbulone! I will shally. Thou shalt willy. You wouldnt should as youd remesmer. I hypnot. 'Tis golden sickle's hour. Holy moon priestess, we'd love our grappes of mistellose. Moths the matter? Pschtt! Tabarius comes. To fell our fairest. O gui, O gui! Salan, saluis salaum! Caroluis! O indeed and we ware! And hoody crow was ere. I soared from the peach and Missmolly showed her pear too, onto three and away. Whet the bee as to deflowret greendy grassies yellowhorse. Hematitis, cele our erdours! Did you aye, did you eye, did you everysee, suchaway, suchawhy, eeriewhigg airywhugger? Even to the extremity of the world? Dingoldell! The enormanous his, our littlest little! Wee wee, that long alancey one! Let sit on this anthill for our frill dress talk after this day of making blithe inveiled the heart before our groatsupper serves to us Panchomaster and let harleqwind
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play peeptomine up all our colombinations. Wins won is nought, twigs too is nil, tricks trees makes nix, fairs fears stoops at nothing. And till Arthur comes againus and sen peatrick's he's reformed we'll pose him together a piece, a pace. Shares in guineases! There's lovely the sight! Surey me, man weepful! Big Seat, you did hear? And teach him twisters in tongue irish. Pat lad may goh too. Quicken, aspen; ash and yew; willow broom with oak for you. And move your tellabout. Not nice is that, limpet lady! Spose we try it promissly. Love all. Nay tellmeknot tennis! Taunt me treattening! But do now say to Mr Eustache! Ingean mingen has to hear. Whose joint is out of jealousy now? Why, heavilybody's evillyboldy's. Hopping Gracius, onthy ovful! O belessk me, what a nerve! How a mans in his armor we nurses know. Wingwong welly, pitty pretty Nelly! Some Poddy putted in, will anny petty pullet out? Call Kitty Kelly! Kissykitty, killykelly! What a nossowl buzzard! But what a neats ung gels!

Here all the leaves alift aloft full o' liefing fell a-laughing over Ombrellone and his parasollieras with their black thornguards from the County Shillelagh. Ignorant invincibles, innocents immutand! Onzel grootvatter Lodewijk is onangonamed before the bridge of primerose and his twy Isas Boldmans is met the blueybells near Dandeliond. We think it's a gorsedd shame, these godoms. A lark of limonladies! A lurk of orangetawneymen! You're backley wounted, buckley mister, bester of the boyne.

And they leaved the most leavely of leaftimes and the most folliagenous till there came the marrer of mirth and the jangtherapper of all jocolarinas and they were as were they never ere. Yet had they laughtered one on other undo the end and enjoyed their laughings merry was the timeswhen so grant it High Hilarion us may too.
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Cease, prayee, storywalkering around with gestare romanoverum he swinking about is they think and plan unrawil what.

Back to Droughty! The water of the face has flowed.

The all of them, the gowriegueuxers, blottyeyed boys, in that
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pig's village smoke, a sixdigitarian legion on druid circle, the Clandibblon clam cartel, foursquared in condomnation of his totomptation and for the duration till his repepulation, then pulled out and came off and rally agreed, their roasted malts with mullable malmseys, upon old nollcromforemost ironsides, as cainnabel chieftain, since, as sammon trowed to explain to summon, seeing that |7as7| he had contracted out of islands empire, he might as coolly have rolled to school call, tarponturboy, a grampurpoise, the manyfathom brinegroom with the fortyinch bride, out of the cuptin klanklord kettle auction like the soldr of a britsh he was bound to be and become till the sea got him whilask from maker to misses and what he gave way as a pattern, he, that hun of a horde, is a finn as she, his tent wife, is a lap, at home on a steed, abroad by the fire (to say nothing of him having done whatyouknow howyousaw whenyouheard whereyouwot, the kenspeckled souckar, generose as cocke, greediguss with garzelle, uprighter of age and most umbrasive of yews all, under heaviest corpsus exemption), and whoasever spit her in howsoever's profocation it was anybody's beastness as usual and she was noboddy's fondling saving her keepers that mould the bould she sould to hould the wine that wakes the barley, the peg in his pantry to hold the heavyache off his heart. The droll delight of deemsterhood, a win from the wood to bond. Like the bright lamp, Thamamahalla, yearin out yearin. Auspicably suspectable but in expectancy of respectableness. From dirty flock bedding, drip dropping through the ceiling, with two sisters of charities on the front steps and three evacuan cleansers at the back gaze, single box and pair of chairs (susceptible), occasionally and alternatively used by husband when having writing to do in connection with equitable druids and friendly or other societies through periods of dire want with comparative plenty (thunderburst, ravishment, dissolution and providentiality) to a sofa allbeit of hoarsehaar with Amodicum cloth, hired payono, still playing off, used by the youngsters for czurnying out oldstrums, three bedrooms upastairs, of which one with fireplace (aspectable), with greenhouse in prospect (particularly perspectable).

And you, when you kept at Dulby, were you always (for that
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time only) what we knew how when we (from that point solely) were you know where? There you are! And why? Why, hitch a cock eye, he was snapped on the sly upsadaisying coraspearls out of the pie when all the perts in princer street set up their tinker's hymm (the rann, the rann, that keen of old bards) with
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them newnesboys pearcin screaming off their armsworths. The boss made dovesandraves out of his bucknesst while herself wears the bowler's hat in her bath. Deductive Almayne Rogers disguides his voice, shelters behind hoax chestnote from exsessive. Heat wives rasing. They jest keeps rosing. He jumps leaps rising. Howlong!

You known that tom? I certainly know. Is their bann bothstiesed? Saddenly now. Has they bane reneemed? Soothinly low. Does they ought to buy the papelboy when he footles up their suit? He's their mark to foil the flouter and they certainty owe.

He sprit in his phiz (baccon!). He salt to their biz (pudden!). He toockled her palam (so calam is solom!). And he suked their friends' leave (bonnick lass, fair weal!).

— Guilty but fellows culpas! It was felt by me, sindecade, that submerged doughdoughty doubleface told waterside labourers. But since we for athome's health have chanced all that, the wild whips, the wind ships, the wonderlost for world hips, unto their trust prayed in aid its plumptylump piteousness which, when it turtled around seeking a thud of surf, spoke to approach from inherdoff trisspass through minxmingled hair. Though I may have hawked it, said, and selled my how hot peas after theactrisscalls from my imprecurious position and though achance I could have emptied a pan of backslop down drain by whiles of dodging a rere from the middenprivet appurtenant thereof, salving the presents of the board of wumps and pumps, I am ever incalpable, where release of prisonals properly is concerned, of unlifting upfallen girls wherein dangered from them in thereopen out of unadulteratous bowery, with those hintering influences from an angelsexonism. It was merely my barely barley till their oh offs. Missaunderstaid. Meggy Guggy's giggag. The
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code's proof! The rebald danger with they who would bare whiteness against me I dismissem from the mind of good. He can tell such as story to the Twelfth Maligns that my first was a nurssmaid and her fellower's a willbe perambulatrix. There are twingty to twangty too thews and leathermail coatschemes penparing to hostpost for it valinnteerily with my valued fofavour to the past puzzles deparkment with larch parchels of presents for future branch offercings. The green approve the raid! Shaum Baum's bode he is amustering in the groves while his shool comes merging along. Want I put myself in their kirtlies I were ayearn to leap with them and show me too bisextine. Dear and lest I forget mergers and bow to you low, marchers! Attemption! What a mazing month of budsome misses they are making, so a wingtywish to flit beflore their kin! Attonsure! Ears to hears! The skall of a gall (for every dime he yawpens that momouth you cowld park your ford in it) who has papertreated him into captivities with
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his inside man by a hocksheat of starvision for an avragetopeace of parchment|7,7| cooking up his lenses to be my apoclogypst, the recreuter of conscraptions, let him be asservent to Kinahaun! For (peace peace perfectpeace!) I have abwaited me in a water of Elin and I have placed my reeds intectis before the Registower of the perception of tribute in the hall of the city of Analbe. How concerns any |7Merryaunt merryaunt7| and hworsoever gravesobbers it is perensempry sex of fun to halp a dazzle off the othour. What for Mucias and Gracia may the duvlin rape the handsomst! And the whole mad knightmayors' nest! Punpother, prison and plotch! If I shoulden somewhat|7,7| well|7,7| I am able owe it, hearth and chemney easy. They seeker for vannflamm all worldins merkins. I'll eager make lyst turpidump undher arkens. Basast! And if my litigimate was well to wrenn tigtag cackling about it|7,7| like the sally berd she is|7,7| to abery ham in the Cutey Strict (I shall call upon my first among my lost of lyrars, a jingoobangoist, to overcast to her), dismissing mundamanu all the riflings of her victuum gleaner (my old chuck, she drakes me druck, turning out gay at ninety!) and well shoving off a boastonmess like lots wives does over her handpicked hunsbend, as she would be calling|7,7| well|7,7|
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for further oil mircles upon all her wayferer gods and reannouncing my deviltries as was I a locally person of caves until I got my purchase on her firmforhold I am, I like to think, by their sacreligion of daimond cap daimond, confessedly in my baron gentilhomme to the manhor bourne till ladiest day as panthoposopher|7,7| to have splet fort groont groont a peer of bellows like Bacchulus shakes a rousing guttural at any old cerpaintime by peaching (allsole we are not amusical) the warry warst against myself in the defile as a lieberretter sebaiscopal of these mispeachyites of the first virginial water who, without an auction of biasement from my part, with gladdyst tone ahquickyessed in it, overhowe and underwhere, the totty lolly poppy flossy conny dollymaukins. Though I heave a coald on my bauck and am could up to my eres hoven sametimes I used alltides to be aswarmer for the meekst and the graced. You are not going to not. You might be threeabreasted wholenosing at a whallhoarding from our Don Amir anent villayets prostatution precisingly kusckkars tarafs and it could be double densed uncounthest hour of allbleakest age with a bad of wind and a barran of rain, nompos mentis like Novus Elector|7,7| what with his Marx and their Groups|7,7| yet did a doubt|7,7| should a dare|7,7| were I to you|7, you7| would do and dhamnk me, shenker, dhumnk you. Skunk. And fare with me to share with me. Hinther and thonther, hant by hont. By where dauvening shedders down whose rovely lanes. As yose were and as yese is. Sure and you would, Mr MacGurk. Be sure and you would, Mr O'Duane. To be sure and you would so, Mr MacElligut. Wod you nods? Mom mom. No mum has the rod
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to pud a stub to the lurch of amotion. My little love apprencisses, the estelles, van Nessies von Nixies voon der pool, which I had a reyal devouts for (yet was it marly lowease or just a feel with these, which olderman K. K. Alwayswelly he is showing to the fullnights, for my palmspread was gav to a parsleysprig, the curliest weedeen old ocean coils around, so spruce a spice for salthorse, sonnies, and as tear to the thrusty as Taylor's Spring), when aftabournes, when, as Beacher seath, she was look like a little cheayat chilled (Oh Sard! ah Mah!) by my tide impracing, and all the colories, my dears, fair fled from my folced cheeks!
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Popottes, where you canceal me you mayst forced guage my bribes. Wickedgapers, I appeal against the light. A nexistence of vividence! Panto, boys, is on a looser inloss ballet, girls, suppline thrown tights. I have wanted to thank you such a long time now so much. Thank you. Sir, kindest of bottleholder and very dear friend among our hearts of steel, froutiknaw, it will befor you, me dare beautiful young soldier, winninger nor anyour af rudimental moskats, before you go to mats, you who have watched your share with your sockboule sodalists on your bunted nogs at our love tennis squats regatts, suckpump, when on with the balls did disserve the fain, my goldrush gainst her silvernetss, to say, biguidd, for the love of goddess and perthanow as you reveres your one mothers mitsch for matsch and while I reveal thus my deepseep daughter which was bourne up pridely out of medsdreams unclouthed when I was pillowing in my brime (of Saturnay Eve, how now, weren't we't?), to see, I say, whoahoa, in stay of execution in re Milcho Melekmans, increaminated, what you feel, oddrabbit, upon every strong ground you have ever taken up, by bitterstiff work or battonstaff play, with assault of turk against a barrakraval of grakeshoots, e'en tho' Jambuwel's defecalties is Terry Shimmyrag's upperturnity, if that is grace for the grass what is balm for the bramblers, as it is as it is, that I am the catasthmatic old ruffin sippahsedly improctor to be seducing trovatellas, the dire dafty damedeaconesses, like (why sighs the soothesinger) the lilliths oft I feldt, and when booboob brutals and cautiouses only aims at the oggog hogs in the humans, then (Houtes, Blymey and Torrenation, upkurts and scotchem!) I'll tall tale tell croon paysecurers|7,7| sowill nuggets and nippers|7,7| that thash on me stumpen blows the gaff off mombition and thit thides of marse makes a good dayle to be shattat. Fall stuff.

His rote in ere, afstef, was.

And dong wonged Magongty till the bombtomb of the warr|7,7| thrusshed in his whole soort of cloose.

Whisht who wooed in Weald, bays of Bawshaw binding. The desire of Miriam is the despair of Marian as John Joseph's beauty is Jacq Jacob's grief. Brow|7,7| tell nun, eye|7,7| feign sad mouth|7,7| sing
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mim. Look at Lokman!
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Whatbetween the cupgirls and the platterboys. And he grew back into his grossery baseness: and, for all his grand remonstrance, there you are.

Here endeth chinchinatibus with have speak finish. With a haygue for a halt on a pouncefoot pause. Pink, pleas pink, two pleas pink, how two pleas pink.


Mask one. Mask two. Mask three. Mask four.


— Look about you, Tutty Comyn!

— Remember and recall, |7Killykeg Kullykeg7|!

— When visiting Dan Leary try the corner house for thee.

— I'll gie ye credit for sixmence more if ye'll be lymphing our four avunculusts.

And, since threestory sorratelling was much too many, they maddened and they morgued and they lungd and they jowld. Synopticked on the word. Till the Juke done it.


Like Jukoleon, the seagoer, when he bore down in his pyrryboat he had raised a slide and shipped his orders and seized his pullets and primed their plumages, the fionnling and dubhlet, the dun and the fire, and, sending them one by other to fare fore forn, he had beheld the residmance of a delugion: the foggy doze still going strong, the old thalassocrats of invinsible empores, maskers of the waterworld, facing one way to another way and this way on that way, from severalled their four dimmansions. Where the lighning leaps from the numbulous; where coold by cawld breide lieth langwid; the bounds whereinbourne our solied bodies all attomed attaim arrest: appoint, that's all. But see what follows. Wringlings upon wronglings among incomputables about an uncomeoutable (an angel prophetethis? kingcorrier of beheasts? the calif in his halifskin? that eyriewinging one?) and the voids bubbily vode's dodos across the which the boomomouths from their dupest dupes were in envery and anononously blowing great.
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Keep backwards, please, because there was no good to gundy running up again. Guns. And it was written up in big capital. Guns. Saying never underrupt greatgrandgosterfosters! Guns. And whatever one did they said, the fourlings, that on noahcounts you were not to. Guns.

Not to pad them behaunt in the fear. Not to go|7, tonnerwatter,7| and bungley well chute the rishing gianerant. Not to |7wandly be7| woking around |7jerumsalendoº7| at small hours about the murketplots smelling okey boney this little figgy and arraky belloky this little pink into porker but|7,
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7| to let the gentleman |7pedestarolies7| out of the |7culpuration Monabella culculpuration7| live his own left leave|7, cullebuone,7| by |7perusual perperusual7| of the petpubblicities without inwoking his also's between (sic) the arraky bone and (suc) the okey bellock. And not to not be always |7hemmer and hummer7| treeing unselves up with one exite but not to never be caving nicely, precisely, quicely, rebustly, tendrolly, unremarkably, forsakenly, haltedly, reputedly, firstly, somewhatly yesayenolly about the back excits. Never to weaken up in placed of the broths. Never to vvollusslleepp in the pleece of the poots. And|7, allerthings,7| never to ate the sour deans if they weren't having anysin on their consients. And|7, |aas for Zumschluss when in Zumschlossa|,7| to never, narks, cease till the finely ending was consummated by the completion of accomplishment.

And thus within the tavern's secret booth The wisehight ones who sip the tested sooth Bestir them as the Just has bid to jab |7the The7| punch of quaram on the mug of truth.

K.C. jowls, they're sodden in the secret. K.C. jowls, they sure are wise. K.C. jowls, the justicest jobbers for they'll find another faller if their ruse won't rise. Whooley the whooper.

There is to see. Squarish large face with the atlas jacket, brights brownie eyes in bluesackin shoeings. Peaky booky nose over a lousiany shirt. Ruddy stackle hair besides a strawcamel belt. Namely. Gregorovitch, Leonocopolos, Tarpinacci and Duggelduggel. And was theys stare all atime? Yea but they was. Andoring the games, induring the studies, undaring the stories, end all. Ned? Only snugged then and cosied after one percepted nought
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while tuffbettle outraged the waywords and meansigns of their hinterhand suppliesdemands. And be they gone to splane splication. That host that hast one on the hoose when backturns when he facefronts none none in the house his geust has guest. You bet they is. And nose well down. |7Fidelisat.7|

With however what sublation of compensation in the radification of interpretation by the byeboys? Being they. Mr G. B. D. Ashburner, S. Bruno's Toboggan Drive, Mr Faixgood Bellchimbers, Carolan Crescent, Mr J. J. Chattaway, Hilly Gape, Poplar Park, Mr Q. P. Dieudonney, The View, Gazey Peer, Mr T. T. Erchdeakin, Multiple Lodge, Jiff Exby Rode, Mr W. K. Ferris-Fender, Fert Fort, Woovil Doon Botham ontowhom adding the tout that pumped the stout that linked the lank that sold the sandy that nextdoored the rotter that rooked the rhymer that lapped at the hoose that Joax pilled.

They had heard or had heard said or had heard said written.

|7⇒ Fidelisat.7|

That there first a rudrik kingcomed to an inn court; and the seight of that yard was a perchypole with a loovahgloovah on it; last mannarks
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maketh man when wandshift winneth womans: so how would it hum, whoson of a which, if someof aswas to start to stunt the story on?

So many needles to ponk out to as many noodles as are company, they noddling all about it |s7tuti tuttis7| to tempo, decumans numbered too, (a) well, that the secretary bird, better known as pandoria paullabucca|7,7| whom they thought was more like a solicitor general, indiscriminatingly made belief mid authorsuggestions from Schelm the Pelman to write somewords to Senders about her chilikin puck, laughing that Poulebec would be the death of her, (b) that, well, that Madges Tighe, the postulate auditressee, when her daremood's a grownian, is always on the who goes where|7,7| hoping to Michael for the latter to turn up with a cupital tea before her ephumeral comes off without any much father which is parting parcel of the same gourneral's postoppage, it being lookwhyse on the whence blows wheather, helping mickle to mickle so that the loiter end of that leader may twaddle out after a cubital lull with a hopes soon
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to ear, comprong? (c) becakes the goatsman on question, or whatever the hen the bumbler was, feeling not up to scratch bekicks of whatever the kiddings |7Pagne Payne7| Inge and Popper meant for him, thoughy onced at a throughlove, true grievingfrue danger, as a nirshe persent to his minstress, devourced the pair of them Mather Caray's chucklings, pante blanche, and skittered his litters like the cavaliery man in Cobra Park for ungeborn yenkelmen, Jeremy Trouvers or Kefin O'Keepers, any old howe and any old then and when around Dix Dearthy Dungbin|7,7| remarking scenically with laddylike lassitude upon what he finally postscrapped, (d) after it's so long till I thanked you but I do so much now thank you so very much as you introduced me to forks. (e) will, these remind to be sane? (f) Fool, step!

Aletheometry? Or just zoot doon floon?

Nut it out, peeby eye! Onamassofmancynaves.

But. Top.

You were in that same boat of yourselves too, Getobodoff or Treamplasurin; and you receptionated the most diliskious of milisk; which it all flowowered your drooplin dunlearies: but dribble a drob went down your rothole. Meaning Kelly, Grimes, Phelan, Mullanny, O'Brien, MacAlister, Sealy, Coyle, Hynes-Foynes, Naylor-Traynor, Courcy de Courcy and Gilligan-Goll.

Stunner of oddstodds on bluebleeding boarhorse! What soresen's head subrises thustous out of rumpumplikum oak with|7,7| well|7,7| we |7carnot cannotº7| say whom we are looking like through his nowface? It is of Noggens whilk dusts the bothsides of the seats of the bigslaps of the bogchaps of the porlarbaar of the marringaar of the Lochlunn gonnlannludder of the feof of the foef of farfummed Ship-le-Zoyd.