Stoop, |aif you are abcedminded, |bto this claybook,b|a| what curios of signs,
(|apleasea| stoop) |ain this allaphbed,a| a hatch, a celt, an earshare
for to the pourquose of which was to cassay the earthcrust |aat all
|bofb| hours |bfurrowards & |cbagowards bogowardsc| like
|can ox yoxenc| at the
turnpathb|a|. Here |aare saya| figurines billicoose arming and mounting. Mounting & arming bellicose figurines
|aare there see herea|. |aAnd
Futhor,a| this little effingee sta is |afora| a
|afirea| fing called a |aflintgun flintforfalla|. |aFace at the eased. O I fay!
Face at the waist. Ho you fie! Upwards & down them! face to dace!a| When a piece does |adutya| for the whole we soon get used to an
allforabit allphorabit. Here are selveran cued |alittle |bpetty
petteetb|a| peas of quite a pecuniar interest inaslittle as they are the pellets that make the |athe |btomtums
tomtummy'sb|a| payroll. Right are rocks and with these rocks |arogues orangotangoesa| rangled rough &
|arightgoring rightgoronga|. Wisha, wisha, |awhydidthe whydidthaa|?
|aThis Thika| is for thorn that's tuck in its toil like tomfool's |aanger traitor thrusth for vengeancea|. |aWhat a |bmiddenhide's mnice old mness it mnakes, mniddenhide'sb| hoard of abjects! Olives, bats, kimmels, dollies, alfrids, |bpetunread pethersb| gormons daltons |b&b| Owlets' eegs creakish with |bunread |cthe hoopoocough age & nowc|b| quite epsilene & |b|cwaweldy's oldwoldyc|b| wobblewers |bnot handb| worth a wipe |bof ab| grass.a| Sss! See the snake |aworms wurrumsa| everywhere our |adurk durla| bin is sworming with sneaks! Subdivide and sumdolot and but the tale comes out the same |abalifusona|. |aAxe |bplays axe on axe on thwacksb| on |backs thracksb| axewise.a| One by one |aplease placea| one be three and one before. Two nursus one make free tree free and idem behind. What a tale to unfurl & with what an end in view |aof squattor |bantisquattor & postproneantisquattor auntisquattor & postproneauntisquattorb|a|! And to say |athat we are us to bea| all, every tim mick & larry of us, sons of the sod, |asons, littlesons, yea & |bweelittlesons leastlittlesonsb|a| when |awe are not usses not to bea|, every sue, ciss & sally of us, dugters of Jan Nan. |aAccusative ahnsire! Dam blank to infinities!a|
True there was then no |apaper lumpend papeer |bas yetb|a| in the waste and the mountain pen still groaned for the micies
to deliver him. You gave me a boot|a|b, (b|Signs on it!|b,)b|a| and I ate
the wind. I |atipped quizzeda| you a quid |a(with for what?)a| and you went to quod. But the world, mind, is, was & will be writing
its own |arunes wrunes |bfor ever, man,b|a| on all matters that fall under the ban of our senses. A bone, a pebble, a
ramskin: chip them, |achop chapa| them, cut them allways: leave them |ato terracooka| in the
|aslow of their oven slowth of their mutthering pota|: and the
|aday gutenmorga| of |aaa| magnum charter
wi must one way dawn else |athere is is therea| no virtue more in
alcohoran. For that is what paper is made of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints. Till we finally (though not yet for all) meet with |athe acquaintance ofa| Mr Typ, Mrs Top and all the little typtoppies. |aFillstop Fillstapa|. So you need hardly |atell spella| me that every word will |abe bound toa| carry 3 score & ten |atomtypsicala| readings |athrough throughouta| the book of |alife |bBallyliving duble endsb|a| till Daleth, who opened it, closes |athe thereof thea| door.
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till Daleth thereofthe door
The |amovables moviblesa| are |a|bcrawling scrawlingb|a| in motion march marching, all of them are in ago in pitpit & zingzang |a& every little earywig tells a little for every busy eerie whig's aa| bit of a torytale to tell. Of a |aman and of a wife and noarch and a chopwife ora| of a pomme |a|bso fullb| gravea| and a |afamme fammy of levitya| or of |athe goldena| youths that wanted gilding or of the maid |athe miss that made a man what the misschievmiss maide a man doa|. It was of a night. Lissom! lissom! I am doing it. Hark, the corne entreats! And the larpnotes prittle.