taff (a smart boy, of the peat freers, thirty two eleven, looking through the roof towards a relevution of the karmalife order privious to his hoisting of an emergency umberolum in byway of paraguastical solation to the rhyttel in his hedd): All was flashning and krashning blurty moriartsky blutcherudd? What see, buttywalch? Tell ever so often?
butt (mottledged youth, clergical appealance, who, as his pied friar, is supposing to motto the sorry dejester in tifftaff toffiness or to be digarced
from ever and a daye in his accounts): But da. But dada, mwilshsuni. 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 groundsapper, with his soilday site out on his moulday side in. The gubernier-gerenal in laut-lievtonant of Baltiskeeamore, amaltheouse for leporty hole! Endues paramilintary langdwage. The saillils of the yellavs nocadont palignol urdlesh. Shelltoss and welltass and telltuss aghom. Sling Stranaslang, how Malorazzias spikes her, coining a speak a spake! Not the Setanik stuff that slimed soft Siranouche! The good old gunshop monowards for manosymples. Tincurs tammit! They did oak hay doe fou Chang-li-meng when that man d'airain was big top tom saw tip side bum boss pageantfiller. 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! Upgo, bobbycop! Lets hear in remember the braise of. Hold!
butt (drawling forth from his blousom whereis meditabound of his minkerstary, switches on his gorsecopper's fling weitoheito langthorn, fed up the grain oils of Aerin, while his laugh neighs banck as
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. He gatovit and me gotafit and Oalgoak's cheloven gut a fudden. Povar old pitschobed! Molodeztious of metchennacht belaburt that pentschmyaso! Bog carsse and dam mat, sar, gam cant! Limbers affront of him, lumbers behund. While the bucks bite his dos his hart bides the ros till the bounds of his bays bell the warning. Sobaiter, sobarkar. 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! Obriania's beromst! From Karrs and Polikoff's, the men's confessioners. Seval shimars pleasant time payings. Mousoumeselles buckwoulds look. Tenter and likelings.
taff (all Perssiasterssias shookatnaratatattar at his waggonhorchers, his bulgeglarying stargapers 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 farused ameet the florahs of the follest his spent fish's livid smile giving allasundery the bumfit of the doped): Come alleyou jupes of Wymmingtown that graze the calves of Man! A bear raigning in his heavenspawn consomation robes. Rent, outraged, yewleaved, grained, ballooned, hindergored and voluant. Erminia's capecloaked hoodoodman! First he s st steppes. Then he st stoo stoopt. Lookt.
taff (strich struch strangling like a leal lusky Lubliner to merubmer by the cycl of the cruize who strungled Attahilloupa with what empoisoned El Monte de Zuma and failing wilnaynilnay that he was pallups barn in the minkst of the Krumlin befodt he was popsoused into the monkst of the vatercan, makes the holypolygon of the emt on the
greaseshaper, a little farther, a little soon, a letteracettera,
oukraydoubray): Scutterer of guld! He is retourious on every roadery! The lyewdsky so so sewn of a fitchid! With his walshbrushup? And his boney bogey braggs?
butt (after his tongues in his cheeks, with pinkpoker pointing out in rutene to impassible abjects beyond the mistomist towards Lissnaluhy such as the Djublian Alps and the Hoofd Ribeiro as where he and his trulock may ever make a game): The field of karnags and that bloasted tree. Warful doons bothem. Here furry glunn. Nye? Their feery pass. Tak! With guerillaman aspear aspoor to prink the pranks of prinkissies. And the buddies behide in the byre. Allahblah!
taff (a blackseer, 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): Oh, day of rath! Ah, murther of mines! Eh, selo moy! Uh, zulu luy! Beirnesson MacMahahon from Osro bearing nose easger for sweeth prolettas on his swooth prowl!
butt (back to his peatrol and paump: swee Gee's wee rest: no more applehooley: dodewodedook): Bruinoboroff, the hooneymoonger, and the grizzliest manmichal in Meideveide! Whose annal livves the hoiest! For he devoused the lelias on the fiend and he conforted samp,
tramp and marchint out of the drumbume of a narse. Guards, serf Finnland, serve we all!
taff (illcertain, between his bulchrichudes and the roshashanaral, whatwidth the psychophannies at the font and whetwadth the psuckofumbers beholden the fair, where he sees Bishop Ribboncake plus his pollex prized going forth on his visitations of mirrage or Miss Horizon, justso all our fannacies daintied her, on the curve of the camber
unsheathing a showlaced limbaloft to the great consternations): Divulge! Hyededye, kittyls, and howdedoh, pan! Poshbott and pulbuties. See that we soll, dargman, 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 on his Mujiksy's Zaravence, the Riss, the Ross, the sur of all Russers, as my farst is near
to hear and my sackend is meet to sedon while my whole's a peer's
aureolies. We should say you dones the polecad. Bang on the booche, gurg in the gorge, rap on the roof and your flap is unbu...
butt (at the signal of his act which seems to sharpnel his innermalls menody playing the spool of the little brown jog round the wheel of her whang goes the millner): Buckily buckily, blodestained boyne! Bimbambombumb! His snapper was shot in the Rumjar Journaral. 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, howorodies through his cholaroguled fumfing to fullfrength with this wallowing olfact): Mortar martar, tartar wartar! May his boules grow wider so his skittles gets worse! The aged monad making a venture out of the murder of investment. I seen him acting surgent what betwinks the scimitar star and the ashen moon. By their lights shalthow throw him! Piffpaff for puffpuff and my pife for his cgar! The mlachy way for gambling.
[Up to this curkscraw bind an admirable verbivocovisual presentment of the world-renownced Caerholme Event has been being given by The Irish Race |6(+and World+)6|. The huddled and aliven stablecrashers have shared fleetfooted enthusiasm with
the paddocks dare and ditches tare while the mews was combing ground. |6Hippohopparray!º6| Helioscope flashed winsor places as the gates might see. Meusdeus! That was
|6(with burning briar)6| Mr Twomass Nohoholan |6for their common contribe
satisfunction in the purports of amusedment6| telling the Verily Roverend Father
|6Epiphanes Epiphanes, shrineshriver,º6| of Saint Dhorough's (in browne bomler) how
|6(assuary as there's a bonum in your osstheology!)6| Backlegs shirked the racing kenneldar. The saintly scholarist's roastering guffalawd |6of nupersaturals holler at this metanoic excomologosis6| tells of the chestnut's (once again, Wittyngtom!) |6absolutionally6| romptyhompty successfulness. A lots of lasses and lads without damas or dads, but fresh and blued with collecting boxes. One aught spare ones triflets, to be shut: it is Coppingers for the Children. Slippery Sam |6hard by them,º physically present howsomedever
morally absent,º6| was slooching about in his knavish diamonds asking Gmax, Knox and the Dmuggies |6(a pinnance for your toughts, durf turffers!)º6| to deck the ace of duds. Tinkler Tim, howbeit, |6his unremitting retainerº (the seers are the seers of Samael but the heers are the heers of Timoth),º6| is in Boozer's Gloom, soalken steady in his sulken tents. |6Baldawl the curse, baledale the day!6| And the frocks of shick sheeples in their shummering insamples! You see: a chiefsmith, semperal scandal stinkmakers, a middineat from the Casabianca and, of course, Mr Fry. Barass! Pardon the inquisition, causas es quostas? It is |+6Davalorem's Da Valorem's+|6| Dominical Brayers. Why coif that weird hood? Because among nosoever circusdances is to be apprehended the dustungwashed poltronage of the lost Gabbarnaur-Jaggarnath. Pamjab! Gross Jumpiter, whud was thud? Luckluckluckluckluckluckluck! It is the Thousand to One Guinea-Gooseberry's Lipperfull Slipver Cup. Hold hard, titelittle ridesiddle Pitsy Riley! Gurragrunch, gurragrunch! They are at the turn of the fourth of the hurdles. By the hross of Xristos! Holophullopopulace is a shote of excramation! Bumchub! Emancipator, the Cremean hunter (Major Hermyn C. Entwhistle), with dramatic effect reproducing the form of famous sires on the scene of the formers' triumphs, is showing the eagle's way to Mr Whaytehayte's three buy geldings, Homo Made Ink, Bailey Beacon and Ratatuohy, while Furstin II and The Other Girl (Mrs “Boss” Waters, Leavybrink), too early spring dabbles, are showing a clean pairofhids to Immensipater. Sinkathinks to oppen here! To this virgin's tuft, on this golden of evens! I never sought of sinkathink. Our lorkmakor he is proformly annuysed. He is shinkly thinkly shaking in his schayns. Sat will be off follteedee! This eeridreme has being effered you by Bett and Tipp. Tipp and Bett, our swapstick quackchancers, in From Topphole to Bottom of The Irish Race and World.]
taff (awary that the first sports report of Loundin Reginald has now been afterthoughtfully colliberated by a saggind spurts flash, takes the dipperend direction and, for tasting the tiomor of
malaise after the pognency of orangultonia, orients by way of Sagittarius towards Draco on the Lour): And you collier carsst on him, the corsar, with Boyle, Burke and Campbell, I'll gogemble on Strangbones tomb. You had just been cerberating a camp camp camp to Saint Sepulchre's march through the armeemonds retreat with the boys all marshalled,
scattering giant's hail over the curseway, fellowed along the rout by the stenchions of the corpse. Tell the coldspell's terroth! If you please, commeylad! |6Perfedes Albioniasº!6| Think some ingain think, as Teakortairer sate over the Galwegian caftan forewhen Orops and Aasas were chooldrengs and micramacrees! A forward movement and despatch!
butt (slinking his coatsleeves surdout over his squad 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 how awstooloo was valdesombre belowes hero and he was in a greak esthate phophiar an erixion on the
soseptuple side of him made spoil apriopi his popoporportiums): Yass, |6zotnyzor,6| I don't think I did not|6,
pojr6|. Never you brother me for I scout it, thunk you! Ichts nichts on nichts. |6Greetestº Schtschuptar!
|aMe fol the rawlawdy in the schpirrt of a schkrepz.a|6| Of all the quirasses and all the qwehrmin in the tragedoes of those antiants their grandoper, that soun of a
gunnong, with his sabaothsopolettes, smooking his scandleloose at botthends of him! |6Foinn duhans!6| I grandthinked after his obras after another time about the itch in his egondoom he was legging boldylugged
from some pulversporochs and lyoking for a stooleazy for to nemesisplotsch |6allafranka6| and for to salubrate himself with an ultradungs heavenly mass at his base by a suprime pompship chorams the perished
popes, the reverend and allaverred cromlecks, and when I heard his lewdbrogue reciping his cheateary gospeds to sintry and santry and sentry and suntry I thought he was only haftara having afterhis brokeforths but be the homely Churopodvas I no sooner seen aghist of his frighteousness then I was bibbering with vear a few versets off, fooling for fiorg for my fifth foot. Of manifest 'tis
obedience and the. Flute!
taff (though the unglucksarsoun is ginning for to get him, jotning in, hoghly ligious, 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. Which goatheye and sheepskeer they damnty well know. Papaist! Gambanman! Take the cawraidd's blow! Yia! Your partridge's last!
butt (giving his scimmianised twinge in aknuckledownedgment of this cumulikick, strafe from the firetrench, studenly drobs led, satoniseels ouchyotchy, he changecors induniforms 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
twalette): But when I seeing him in his oneship fetch along within hail, that tourrible tall with his nitshnykkopfgoknob, 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, |6in ackshan,6| pagne pogne, by the veereyed lights of the stormtrooping clouds and in the sheenflare of the battleaxes of the heroim and mid the shieldfails awail of the bitteraccents of the sorafim, and caught the pfierce tsmell of his aurals, orankastank, a saphead setrapped, like Peder the Graste, |6altipaltar,º6| my bill it forsooks allegiance (gut bull it!) and, no lie is this, I was babbering |6and yetaghain bubberingº6| bibbelboy|6, meº marrues me shkewers me gnaas me fiet,6| tob tob tob beat it, solongopatom. Clummensy if ever misused, must used you's now! But, meac Coolp, Aram of Eirzerum, as I love our Deer Dirouchy, I confesses withould pridejealice when I looked upon the Saur of all the Haurousians with the weight of his arge fullin upon him and rueckenased the fates of a bosser there was fear on me the sons of Nuad for him and it was heavy he was for me
then the way I immingled my Irmenial hairmairians ammongled his Gospolis fomiliours till, achaura moucreas, I adn't the arts to.
taff (as a marrer off act, prepensing how such waldmanns from Burnias seduced country clowns, he is preposing barangaparang after going knowing what he is doing after to see him pluggy well moidered as a murder effect, you bet your blowie knife, before he doze soze, sopprused though he is): |6Grot Zot!6| You hidn't the hurts? Vott Fonn!
butt (hearing somrother sudly give tworthree peevish sniff snuff snoores like govalise falseleep he waitawhishts to see might he stirs and then goes on kuldrum like without asking for pepeace or anysing a soul): Merzmard! I met with whom it was too late. My fate! O hate! Fairwail! Fearwealing of the groan! And think of that when you smugs to bagot!
taff (who meanwhilome at yarn's length so as to put a nodje in the poestcher, by wile of stoccan his hand and of rooma makin ber getting umptyums gatherumed off the skattert had been lavishing, lagan on lighthouse, words of silentgolden power, susu glouglou biribiri gongos, upon the repleted speechsalver's innkeeping right
which, thanks giveme and
naperied norms nonobstaclant, there can be little doubt, have resulted in a momstchance ministring of another guidness, my good, to see): Bompromifazzio! Shumpum for Pa-li-di and oukosouso for the nipper dandy! To bug at?
butt (he whipedoff's his chimbley phot as, lips lovecurling to the tongueopener, 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): 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 solvent of referacting upon me like is boesen fiennd.
[The other foregottheneds aboosd in the Mullingaria are during this swishingsight teilweisioned. How the fictionable world
in Fruzian Creamtartery is loading off heavy furses and affubling themselves with muckinslushes. The Neatschknee 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 Riders axecutes 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 with sucharow with sotchyouroff as Burkeley's Show's a ructiongetherall. Phone for Phineal toomellow aftermorn and your phumeral's a roselixion.]
taff (now as he has been past the buckthurnstock from Peadhar the Piper of Colliguchuna, whiles they all are bealting pots to dubrin din 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! How Buccleuch shocked the rosing girnirilles. A ballet of Gatsy Power. A hov and a zov and off like a gow! And don't live out the sad of tearfs, piddyawhick! Not offgott affsang is you, buthbach? Ath yetheredayth noth endeth, thay? Vaersegood! Buckle to! Sayyessik, Ballygarry! The fourscore soculums are watchyoumaycodding to cooll the skoopgoods
blooff. 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. Tuan about whattinghim! Fore sneezturmdrappen! 'Twill be a rpnice pschange, arrah, sir? Can you come it, budd?
butt (who in the cushlows of his goodsforseeking hoarth, ever fondlinger of his pimple spurk, 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! As said as would. It was Colporal Phailinx first. Hittit was
of another time, a white horsday where the midril met the bulg, sbogom, roughnow along about the first equinarx in the cholonder, on the plain of Khorason as thou goest from the mount of Bekel, Steep Nemorn, elve hundred and therety and to years how the krow flees end in deed, after a power of skimiskes, blodidens and godinats of them, when we sight the beats (hegheg whatlk of wraimy wetter!), moist moonful date man ever held dymsdzey death with, and higheye was in the Reilly Oirish Krzerszonese Milesia, asundurst Sirdarthar Woolwichleagues, 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, blaguadargoos, or lues the day, plays goat the banshee pealer, if moskats knows whoss whizz, the great day and the druidful day come San Patrisky and the grand day, the excellent fine splendorous long agreeable toastworthy cylindrical day, 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 in the Bok of Alam 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 to they blighty perishers and lay one over the beats. All feller he look he call all feller come longa villa finish. Toumbalo, how was I acclapadad! From them banjopeddlars on the raid. Gidding up me anti vanillas and getting off the stissas me aunties. Boxerising and coxerusing. And swiping a johnnydann sweept for to exercitise myself neverwithstanding the topkats and his roaming cartridges orussheying and patronning out 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 and, while durblinly obasiant to the felicias of the skivis, still smolking his fulvurite turfkish in the rooking pressance of
laddios): Yaa hoo how how, col? Whom battles joined no bottles sever! Worn't you aid a comp?
butt (in his difficoltous tresdobremient, he feels a bitvalike a baddlefall of staot but falls a batforlake 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 with platoonic leave 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 dring to them, bycorn spirits fuselaiding and you cullies adjutant, even where its contentsed wody, with absents wehrmuth. Junglemen in agleement, I give thee our greatly swooren, Theoccupant that Rueandredful, the Thronefollower and all our royal devouts with the arrest of the whole inhibitance of Neuilands! One brief mouth. And a velligoolapnow! 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 it is these were their names, for we were all under that manner 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 lyse brocade. Hulp, hulp, huzzars! Raise ras tryracy! Freetime's free! Up Lancesters! Anathem!
taff (who still senses that heavinscent houroines that entertrained him who they were sinuorivals from the sunny Espionia but plied wopsy with his wallets in thatthack of the bustle of Bakerloo (11.32), 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! In their Khosililesvienne biribarbebeway. Till they've
kinks in their tringers and boils on their taws. 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!
[In the heliotropical noughttime following a fade of transformed Tuff and, pending its viseversion, a metenergic reglow of beaming Batt the bairdboard bombardment
screen of tastefully taut guranium satin tends to teleframe and step up to the charge of a light barricade. Down the photoslope in syncopanc pulses, with the bitts bugtwug their teffs, the missledhropes glitteraglatteraglutt, borne by their carnier walve. A spraygun rakes and splits them from a double focus: grenadite, damnymite, alextronite, nichilite: and the scanning firespot of the sgunners traverses the rutilanced illustred sunksundered lines. Shlossh! A gaspel truce leaks out over the caeseine coatings. Amid a fluorescence of spectracular mephiticism there caoculates through the iconoscope stealdily a still, the figure of a fellowchap in the wohly ghast, Popey O'Donoshough, the jesuneral of the russuates. |6|xThe idolon exhibisces the seals of his orders: the stareº of the Son of Heaven, the gar girtleº of Izodella the Calottica,º the crosseº of |aMichael Paleologus, Mikelides Apaleologos,ºa| the latchet of Jan of Nepomuk, the unread puffpuff and pompom of Powther and Pall, the great belt, band and bucklings of the Martyrology of Gorman.x|6| It is for the castomercies mudwake surveice. The victar. Pleace to notnoys speach above your dreadths, please to doughboys. Hll, smthngs gnwrng (+6withth wthth+)6| sprsncswtch! He blanks his oggles because he confesses to all his tellavicious nieces. He blocks his nosoes because that he confesses to everywheres he was always putting up his latest faengers. He wollops his mouther with a sword of tusk in as because that he confesses how opten he used be obening her and howonton he used be undering her. He boundles alltogodder his manucupes with his pedarrests inasmuch as because that he confesses before all his handcomplishies and behind all his comfoderacies. And (hereis cant came back saying he codant steal no lunger, yessis,
catz come buck beqeues he caudant stail awake) he touched upon this tree of (6life livings in the middenstº of the garerden6) for inasmuch as because that he confessed to it on Hillel and down Dalem and in the places which the leopards inhabit and in the place of the stones and in |6pontofert pontofert, jusfuggadding amoret,º6| now he come to think of it jolly well ruttengenerously olyovyover the ole blucky shop. Pugger old Pumpey O'Dungaschiff! There will be a hen collection of him after avensung on the field of Hanar. Dumble down, looties and gengstlermen! Dtin dtin, dtin dtin!]
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! Packpickets, pioghs and kughs to be palseyputred! Be at the peme, prease, of not forgetting or mere betoken yourself to hother prace! Correct me, pleatze commando, for cossakes but I abjure of it. No more basquibezigues for
this pole aprican! With askormiles' eskermillas. I had my billyfell of duckish delights the whole pukny time on rawmeots and juliannes with their lambstoels in my kiddeneys and my ramsbutter in their sassenacher ribs|6, kmee her, do her and trey her,6| 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 of Parishmoslattary 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, like we chantied on Sunda schoon, 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
us victorias with nowells and brownings, dumm, sneak and curry, and all the fun I had in that 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, a wheeze we has in our wayndward islands, wee engrish, one long blue streak, jisty and pithy af durck rosolun, with hand to hand as Homard Kayenne was always jiggilyjugging about in his wendowed courage when our woos with the wenches went wined for a song, tsingirillies' zyngarettes, while Woodbine Willie, so popiular with the popprossies, our Chorney Choplain, blued the air. Sczlanthas! 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, wingh or wangh, touching those thusengaged slavey generales of Tanah Kornalls, the meelisha's deelishas, pronouncing their very flank movemens in sunpictorsbosk. Baghus the whatwar! 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
leanins because I have Their Honours booth my respectables soeurs assistershood off Lyndhurst Terrace, the puttih Misses Celana Dalems, and she in vinting her angurr can belle the troth on her alliance and I know His Heriness my respeaktoble medams culonelle on Mellay Street, Lightnints Gundhur Sawabs, and they would never as the aimees of servation let me down. Not on your bludger life, touters! No peeping, pimpadoors! And, by Jova, I never went wrong nor let him doom till, risky wark rasky wolk, at the head of the wake, up come stumblebum
(ye olde cottemptable!), his urssian gemenal, in his scutt's rudes unreformed and he went before him in that nemcon enchelonce 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 and his boortholomas vadnhammaggs vise a vise them scharlot runners and how they gave love to him and how he took the ward from us (odious! the fly fly flurtation of his him and hers! just mairmaid maddeling it was it he was!) and, my oreland for a rolvever, sord, by the splunthers of colt and bung goes the enemay, the Percy rally got me, messger (as true as theirs an Almagnian Gothabobus!) to blow the grand off his aceupper. Thistake, it's meest! And after meath the dulwich. We insurrectioned and, be the procuratress of the hory synnotts, before he could tell pullyirragun to parrylewis, I shuttm, missus, like a wide sleever! Hump to dump! Tumbleheaver!
taff (camelsensing that sonce they have given bron a nuhlan the volkar boastsung is heading to sea vermelhion but too wellbred not to ignore the unzemlianess of his rifal's preceedings, in an effort towards autosotorisation effaces himself in favour of the idiology alwise behounding his lumpy (+6bump hump+)6| off homosodalism which means that if he has lain amain to lolly his liking — cabronne! — he may pops lilly a young one to his herth — combrune!): Oholy rasher, I'm believer! And Oho bullyclaver of ye, bragadore-gunneral! The grand ohold spider! It is a name to call to him. Umsturdum Vonn! Ah, you were shutter reshottus and sieger besieged. Aha race of fiercemarchands counterination oho of shorpshoopers.
butt (miraculising into the Dann Deafir warcry, his bigotes bristling, as, jittinju triggity shittery pet, he shouts his thump and feeh fauh foul finngures up the heighohs of their ahs!): Bluddymuddymuzzle! The buckbeshottered! He'll umbozzle no more graves nor horne nor haunder, lou garou, for gayl geselles in dead men's
hills! Kaptan (backsights to his bared!), His Cumbulent Embulence, the frustrate
fourstar Russkakruscan, Dom Allaf O'Khorwan, connundurumchuff.
taff (who, asbestas can, wiz the healps of gosh and his bluzzid maikar, has been sulphuring to himsalves all the pungataries
of sin praktice in failing to furrow theogonies of the dommed): Trisseme, the mangoat! And the name of the most marsiful, the aweghost, 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 of his die and be diademmed): Yastsar! In sabre tooth and sobre saviles! Senonnevero! That he leaves nyet is my grafe. He deared me to it and he dared me do it and bedattle I didaredonit as Cocksnark of Killtork can tell and Ussur Ursussen of the viktaurious onrush with all the rattles in his arctic! As bold and as madhouse a bull in a meadows. Knout Kittrick Kinkypeard! For when meseemim, and tolfoklokken rolland allover ourloud's lande, beheaving up that sob of tunf for to claimhis, for to wollpimsolff, puddywhuck. |6|xAy, and booming with deloot Ay, and intuoning his culophoneº |aof ina| an |aexitus exitousa| erseroyal Deo Jupto.x|6| At that instullt to Igorladns! Prronto! I gave one (6doublenotch dobblenotch6) and I ups with my crozzier. Mirrdo! With my bow on armer and hits leg an arrow cockshock rockrogn. Sparro!
[The abnihilisation of the etym by the grisning of the grosning of the grinder of the grunder of the first lord of Hurtreford expolodotonates through Parsuralia with an ivanmorinthorrorumble fragoromboassity amidwhiches generaluttermosts confussion are perceirable moletons skaping with mulicules while coventry plumpkins fairlygosmotherthemselves in the Landaunelegants of Pinkadindy. Similar scenate are projectilised from Hullolullu, Bawlawayo, empyreal Raum and mordern Atems. They were precisely the twelves of clocks, noon minutes, none seconds. At someseat of Oldanelang's Konguerrig, by dawnybreak in Aira.]
taff (skimperskamper, his wools gatherings all over cromlin what with the birstol boys artheynes and is it her tour and the crackery of the fullfour fivefirearms and the crockery of their damdam
domdom chumbers): 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!