No More Learning

? Barneycorrall, a precedent for the prodection of curiosity from children.
A pfurty pscore of ruderic rossies haremhorde for his divelsion.
Look at your mad father on his boneshaker fraywhaling round Myriom square.
[HEPTAGRAMMATON. ] P. t. l. o. a. t. o.
[HYPOTHESES OF COMMONEST EXPERIENCES BEFORE APOTHEOSIS OF THE LUSTRAL PRINCIPIUM. ] So, bagdad, after those initials falls and that primary taincture, as I know and you know yourself, begath, and the arab in the ghetto knows better, by nettus, nor anymeade or persan, comic cuts and series exerxeses always were to be capered in Casey's frost book of, page torn on dirty, to be hacked at Hickey's, hucksler, Wellington's Iron Bridge, [Vive Paco Hunter! ] and so, by long last, as it would shuffle out, must he to trump adieu atout atous to those cardinhands he a big deal missed, radmachrees and rossecullinans and blagpikes in suitclover. [The hoisted in red and the lowered in black. ] Dear hearts of my counting, would he revoke them, forewheel to packnumbers, and, the time being no help fort, plates to lick one and turn over.
[INGENIOUS LABOURTENACITY AS BETWEEN INGENUOUS AND LIBERTINE. PROPE AND PROCUL IN THE CONVERGENCE OF THEIR CONTRAPULSIVENESS. ] Problem ye ferst, construct ann aquilittoral dryankle Probe loom! With his primal handstoe in his sole salivarium. [The boss's bess bass is the browd of Mullingar. ] Concoct an equoangular trillitter. 123 On the name of the tizzer and off the tongs and off the mythametical tripods. Beatsoon. Can you nei do her, numb? asks Dolph,124 suspecting the answer know.
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Oikkont, ken you, ninny? asks Kev,125 expecting the answer guess. 126 Nor was the noer long disappointed for easiest of kisshams, he was made vicewise. [The aliments of jumeantry. ] Oc, tell it to oui, do, Sem! Well, 'tis oil thusly. First mull a mugfull of mud, son. 127 Oglores, the virtuoser prays, olorum What the D. V. would I to that for? That's a goosey's ganswer you're for giving me, he is told, what the Deva would you do that for? 128 Now, sknow royol road to Puddlin, take your mut for a first beginning, big to bog, back to bach. [Wolsherwomens at their weirdst. ] Anny liffle mud which cometh out of Mam will doob, I guess. A. I. Amnium instar. And to find a locus for an alp get a howlth on her bayrings as a prisme O and for a second O unbox your compasses. I cain but are you able? Amicably nod. Gu it! So let's seth off betwain us. Prompty? Mux your pistany at a point of the coastmap to be called a but pronounced olfa. There's the isle of Mun, ah! O! Tis just. Bene! Now, whole in applepine odrer129
(for -- husk, hisk, a spirit spires -- Dolph, dean of idlers, meager suckling of gert stoan, though barekely a balbose boy, he too, -- venite, preteriti,130 sine mora dumque de entibus nascituris decentius in lingua roman mortuorum parva chartula liviana ostenditur, sedentes in letitiae
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Singlebarrelled names for doubleparalleled twixtytwins.
Like pudging a spoon fist of sugans into a sotspot of choucolout. Will you walk into my wavetrap? said the spiter to the shy.
If we each could always do all we ever did.
Dope in Canorian words we've made. Spish from the Doc.
super ollas carnium, spectantes immo situm lutetiae unde auspiciis secundis tantae consurgent humanae stirpes, antiquissimam flaminum amborium Jordani et Jambaptistae mentibus revolvamus sapientiam: totum tute fluvii modo mundo fluere, eadem quae ex aggere fututa iterum inter alveum fore futura, quodlibet sese ipsum per aliudpiam agnoscere contrarium, omnem demun amnem ripis rivalibus amplecti131 recurrently often, when him moved he would cake their chair, coached rebelliumtending mikes of his same and over his own choirage at Backlane Univarsity, among of which pupal souaves the pizdrool was pulled up, bred and battered, for a dillon a dollar,132 chanching letters for them vice o'verse to bronze mottes and blending tschemes for em in tropadores and doublecressing twofold thruths and devising tingling tailwords too whilest, cunctant that another would finish his sentence for him, he druider would smilabit eggways133 ned, he, to don't say nothing, would, so prim, and pick upon his ten ordinailed ungles, trying to undo with his teeth the knots made by his tongue, retelling humself by the math hour, long as he's brood reel of funnish ficts apout the shee, how faust of all and on segund thoughts and the thirds the charmhim girlalove and fourthermore and filthily with bag from Oxatown and baroccidents and proper accidence and hoptohill and hexenshoes, in fine the whole damning letter; and, in point of feet, when he landed in
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Who brought us into the yellow world!
ourland's leinster134 of saved and solomnones for the twicedhecame time, off Lipton's strongbowed launch, the Lady Eva, in a tan soute of sails135 he converted it's nataves, name saints, young ordnands, maderaheads and old unguished P. T. Publikums, through the medium of znigznaks with sotiric zeal, to put off the barcelonas136 from their peccaminous corpulums (Gratings, Mr Dane! ) and kiss on their bottes (Master! ) as often as they came within bloodshot of that other familiar temple and showed em the celestine way to by his tristar and his flop hattrick and his perry humdrum dumb and numb nostrums that he larned in Hymbuktu,137 and that same galloroman cultous is very prevailend up to this windiest of landhavemiseries all over what was beforeaboots a land of nods, in spite of all the bloot, all the braim, all the brawn, all the brile, that was shod, that were shat, that was shuk all the while, for our massangrey if mosshungry people, the at Wickerworks,138 still hold ford to their healing and139 byleave in the old weights downupon the Swanny, innovated by him, the prence di Propagandi, the chrism for the christmass, the pillar of the perished and the rock o'ralereality, and it is veritably belied, we belove, that not allsods of esoupcans that's in the queen's pottage post and not allfinesof greendgold that the Indus 134
Because it's run on the mountain and river system.
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When all them allied sloopers was ventitillated in their poppos and, sliding down by creek and veek, stole snaking out to sea.
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That is to sight, when cleared of factions, vulgure and decimating.
contains would overhinduce them, (o. p. ) to steeplechange back once from their ophis workship and twice on sundises, to their ancient flash and crash habits of old Pales time ere beam slewed cable140 or Derzherr, live wire, fired Benjermine Funkling outa th'Empyre, sin righthand son; which, cummal, having listed curefully to the interlooking and the underlacking of her twentynine shifts or his continental's curses, pummel, apostrophised Byrne's and Flamming's and Furniss's and Bill Hayses's and Ellishly Haught's, hoc, they (t. a. W. ), sick or whole, stiff or sober, let drop as a doombody drops, without another ostrovgods word eitherways, in their own lineal descendance, as priesto as puddywhack,141 coal on:142 and, as we gang along to gigglehouse, talking of molniacs' manias and missions for mades to scotch the schlang and leathercoats for murty magdies, of course this has blameall in that medeoturanian world to say to blessed by Pointer the Grace's his privates judgements143 whenso to put it, disparito, duspurudo, desterrado, despertieu, or, saving his presents for his own onefriend Bevradge, Conn the Shaughraun; but to return for a moment from the reptile's age144 to the coxswain on the first landing (page Ainee Rivie`re! ) if the pretty Lady Elisabbess, Hotel des Ruines -- she laid her batsleeve for him two trueveres tell love (on the Ides of Valentino's, at Idleness,
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Do he not know that walleds had wars. Harring man, is neow king. This is modeln times.
They just spirits a body away. Patatapadatback.
Dump her (the missuse).
Fox him! The leggy colt!
Floods Area, Isolade, Liv's lonely daughter, with the Comes Tichiami, of Prima Vista, Abroad, suddenly), and beauty alone of all dare say when now, uncrowned, deceptered, in what niche of time145 is Shee or where in the rose world trysting, that was the belle of La Chapelle, shapely Liselle, and the peg-of-my-heart of all the tompull or on whose limbs-tolave her semicupiose eyes now kindling themselves are brightning,146 O Shee who then (4. 32 M. P. , old time, to be precise, according to all three doctors waterburies that was Mac Auliffe and poor MacBeth and poor MacGhimley to the tickleticks, of the synchronisms, all lauschening, a time also confirmed seven sincuries later by the quatren medical johnny, poor old MacAdoo MacDollett, with notary,147 whose presence was required by law of Devine Foresygth and decretal of the Douge) who after the first compliments148 med darkist day light, gave him then that vantage of a Blinkensope's cuddlebath at her proper mitts -- if she then, the then that matters, -- but, seigneur! she could never have forefelt, as she yet will fearfeel, when the lovenext breaks out, such a coolcold douche as him, the totterer, the four-flights-the- charmer, doubling back, in nowtime,149 bymby when saltwater he wush him these iselands, O alors! to mount miss (the wooeds of Fogloot! ) under that chemise de fer and a vartryproof name, Multalusi (would it
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? Muckross Abbey with the creepers taken off.
Joke and Jilt will have their tilt.
Old Mamalujorum and Rawrogerum.
Why have these puerile blonds those large flexible ears? Pomeroy Roche of Portobello, or the Wreck of the Ragamuffin.
wash? ) with a cheek white peaceful as, wen shall say, a single professed claire's150 and his washawash tubatubtub and his diagonoser's lampblick, to pure where they where hornest girls, to buy her in par jure, il you plait, nuncandtunc and for simper, and other duel mavourneens in plurible numbers from Arklow Vikloe to Louth super Luck, come messes, come mams, and touch your spottprice (for 'twas he was the born suborner, man) on behalf of an oldest ablished firma of winebakers, Lagrima and Gemiti, later on, his craft ebbing, invoked by the unirish title, Grindings of Nash,151 the One and Only, Unic bar None, of Saint Yves by Landsend cornwer, man -- ship me silver! , it must have been, faw! a terrible mavrue mavone, to synamite up the old Adam-he-used-to, such a finalley, and that's flat as Tut's fut, for whowghowho? the poour girl, a lonely peggy, given the bird, so inseuladed as Crampton's peartree, (she sall eurn bitter bed by thirt sweet of her face! ), and short wonder so many of the tomthick and tarry members in all there subsequious ages of our timocracy tipped to console with her at her mirrorable gracewindow'd hut152 till the ives of Man, the O'Kneels and the O'Prayins and the O'Hyens of Lochlaunstown and the O'Hollerins of Staneybatter, hollyboys, all, burryripe who'll buy? ,153 in juwelietry and kickychoses and
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O hce! O hce!
Six and seven the League.
madornaments and that's not the finis of it (would it were! ) -- but to think of him foundling a nelliza the second,154 also cliptbuss (the best was still there if the torso was gone) where he did and when he did, retriever to the last155 -- escapes my forgetness now was it dustcovered, nom de Lieu! on lapse or street ondown, through, for or from a foe, by with as on a friend, at the Rectory? Vicarage Road? Bishop's Folly? Papesthorpe? , after picket fences, stonewalls, out and ins or oxers -- for merry a valsehood whisprit he to manny a lilying earling;156 and to try to analyse that ambo's pair of braceleans akwart the rollyon trying to amarm all157 of that miching micher's bearded but insensible virility and its gaulish moustaches, Dammad and Groany, into her limited (tuff, tuff, que tu es pitre! ) lapse at the same slapse for towelling ends158 in their dolightful Sexsex home, Somehow-at-Sea (O little oily head, sloper's brow and prickled ears ! ) as though he, a notoriety, a foist edition, were a wrigular writher neonovene babe! 159 -- well, diarmuee and granyou and Vae Vinctis that is what lamoor that of gentle breast rathe is intaken seems circling toward out yondest (it's life that's all chokered by that batch of grim rushers) heaven help his hindmost and, mark mo, if the so
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Have you ever thought of a hitching your stern and being ourdeaned, Mester Bootenfly, here's me and Myrtle is twinkling to know.
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To show they caught preferment.
See the freeman's cuticatura by Fennella.
Just one big booty's pot.
Charles de Simples had an infirmierity complexe before he died a natural death.
greatly displeaced diorems in the Saint Lubbock's Day number of that most improving of roundshows, Spice and Westend Woman (utterly exhausted before publication, indiapepper edition shortly), are for our indices, it agins to pear like it, par my fay, and there is no use for your pastripreaching for to cheesse it either or praying fresh fleshblood claspers of young catholick throats on Huggin Green160 to take warning
by the prispast, why? , by cows ? ? ? ? man, in shirt, is how he is piu` la
gonna e` mobile and ? ? ? ? they wonet do ut; and, an you could peep inside the cerebralised saucepan of this eer illwinded goodfornobody, you would see in his house of thoughtsam (was you, that is, decontaminated enough to look discarnate) what a jetsam litterage of convolvuli of times lost or strayed, of lands derelict and of tongues laggin too, longa yamsayore, not only that but, search lighting, beached, bashed and beaushelled a` la Mer pharahead into faturity, your own convolvulis pickninnig capman would real to jazztfancy the novo takin place of what stale words whilom were woven with and fitted fairly featly for, so; and equally so, the crame of the whole faustian fustian, whether your launer's lightsome or your soulard's schwearmood, it is that, whenas the swiftshut scareyss of our pupilteachertaut duplex will hark back to lark to you symibellically that, though a day be as dense as a decade, no mouth has the might to set a mearbound to the march of a landsmaul,161
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? in half a sylb, helf a solb, holf a salb onward162 the beast of boredom, common sense, lurking gyrographically down inside his loose Eating S. S. collar is gogoing of whisth to you sternly how -- Plutonic loveliaks twinnt Platonic yearlings -- you must, how, in undivided reawlity draw the line somewhawre) Coss? Cossist? Your parn! [WHY MY AS LIKEWISE WHIS HIS. ] You, you make what name? (and in truth, as a poor soul is between shift and shift ere the death he has lived through becomes the life he is to die into, he or he had albut -- he was rickets as to reasons but the balance of his minds was stables -- lost himself or himself some somnione sciupiones, soswhitchoverswetch had he or he gazet, murphy come, murphy go, murphy plant, murphy grow, a maryamyriameliamurphies, in the lazily eye of his lapis,
Vieus Von DVbLIn, 'twas one of dozedeams a darkies ding in dewood) [Uteralterance or the Interplay of Bones in the Womb. ] the Turnpike under the Great Ulm (with Mearingstone in Fore ground). 163 Given now ann linch you take enn all. Allow me! And, heaving
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Bussmullah, cried Lord Wolsley, how me Aunty Mag'll row! Draumcondra's Dream country where the betterlies blow.
alljawbreakical expressions out of old Sare Isaac's164 universal of specious aristmystic unsaid, A is for Anna like L is for liv. [The Vortex. Spring of Sprung Verse. The Vertex. ] Aha hahah, Ante Ann you're apt to ape aunty annalive! Dawn gives rise. Lo, lo, lives love! Eve takes fall. La, la, laugh leaves alass! Aiaiaiai, Antiann, we're last to the lost, Loulou! Tis perfect. Now (lens your dappled yeye here, mine's presbyoperian, shill and wall) we see the copyngink strayedline AL (in Fig. , the forest) from being continued, stops ait Lambday165: Modder ilond there too. Allow me anchore! I bring down noth and carry awe. Now, then, take this in! One of the most murmurable loose carollaries ever Ellis threw his cookingclass. [Sarga, or the path of outgoing. ] With Olaf as centrum and Olaf's lambtail for his spokesman circumscript a cyclone. Allow ter! Hoop! As round as the calf of an egg! O, dear me! O, dear me now! Another grand discobely! After Makefearsome's Ocean. You've actuary entducked one! Quok! Why, you haven't a passer! Fantastic! Early' clever, surely doomed, to Swift's, alas, the galehus! [Docetism and Didicism, Maya-Thaya. Tamas-Rajas-Sattvas.
] Match of a matchness, like your Bigdud dadder in the boudeville song, Gorotsky Gollovar's Troubles, raucking his flavourite turvku in the smukking precincts of lydias,166 with Mary Owens and Dolly Monks seesidling to edge his cropulence and Blake-Roche, Kingston and
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Dockrell auriscenting him from afurz, our papacocopotl,167 Abraham
Bradley King? (ting ting! ting ting! ) By his magmasine fall. Lumps,
lavas and all. 168 Bene! But, thunder and turf, it's not alover yet! One
recalls Byzantium. The mystery repeats itself todate as our callback
mother Gaudyanna, that was daughter to a tanner,169 used to sing, as I
think, now and then consinuously over her possetpot in her quer
homolocous humminbass hesterdie and istherdie forivor. 170 Vanissas
Vanistatums! And for a night of thoughtsendyures and a day. [The
Vegetable Cell and its Private Properties. ] As Great Shapesphere puns
it. In effect, I remumble, from the yules gone by, purr lil murrerof
myhind, so she used indeed. When she give me the Sundaclouths she
hung up for Tate and Comyng and snuffed out the ghost in the candle at
his old game of haunt the sleepper. Faithful departed. When I'm
dreaming back like that I begins to see we're only all telescopes. Or the
comeallyoum saunds. Like when I dromed I was in Dairy and was
wuckened up with thump in thudderdown. Rest in peace! But to
return171 What a wonderful memory you have too! Twonderful
morrowy! Straorbinaire! Bene! I bring town eau and curry nothung up
my sleeve. Now, springing quickenly from the mudland Loosh from
Luccan with Allhim as her Elder tetraturn a somersault. All's fair on all
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Sewing up the beillybursts in their buckskin shiorts for big Kapitayn Killykook and the Jukes of Kelleiney.
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Say where! A timbrelfill of twinkletinkle.
Grand for blowing off steam when you walk up in the morning.
At the foot of Bagnabun Banbasday was lost on one.
We're all found of our anmal matter.
fours, as my instructor unstrict me. Watch! And you'll have the whole inkle. Allow, allow! Gyre O, gyre O, gyrotundo! Hop lala! As umpty herum as you seat! O, dear me, that was very nesse! Very nace indeed! And makes us a daintical pair of accomplasses! [The haves and the havenots: a distinction. ] You, allus for the kunst and me for omething with a handel to it. Beve! Now, as will pressantly be felt, there's tew tricklesome poinds where our twain of doubling bicirculars, mating approxemetely in their suite poi and poi, dunloop into eath the ocher. Lucihere! I fee where you mea. The doubleviewed seeds. Nun, lemmas quatsch, vide pervoys akstiom, and I think as I'm suqeez in the limon, stickme punctum, but for semenal rations I'd likelong, by Araxes, to mack a capital Pee for Pride down there on the batom172 where Hoddum and Heave, our monsterbilker, balked his bawd of parodies. [Zweispaltung as Fundemaintalish of Wiederherstellung. ] And let you go, Airmienious, and mick your modest mock Pie out of Humbles up your end. Where your apexojesus will be a point of order. With a geing groan grunt and a croak click cluck. 173 And my faceage kink and kurkle trying to make keek peep. 174 Are you right there, Michael, are you right? Do you think you can hold on by sitting tight? Well, of course, it's awful angelous. Still I don't feel it's so dangelous. Ay, I'm right here, Nickel, and I'll write. Singing the top line why it suits me mikey fine. But, yaghags hogwarts and arrahquinonthiance, it's the muddest thick that 172
Parsee ffrench for the upholdsterer would be delightered.
I'll pass out if the screw spliss his strut.
Thargam then goeligum? If you sink I can, swimford. Suksumkale!
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was ever heard dump since Eggsmather got smothered in the plap of the pfan. Now, to compleat anglers, beloved bironthiarn and hushtokan hishtakatsch, join alfa pea and pull loose by dotties and, to be more sparematically logoical, eelpie and paleale by trunkles. Alow me align while I encloud especious! The Nike done it. Like pah,175 I peh. Innate little bondery. And as plane as a poke stiff. 176 Now, aqua in buccat. I'll make you to see figuratleavely the whome of your eternal geomater. And if you flung her headdress on her from under her highlows you'd wheeze whyse Salmonson set his seel on a hexengown. 177 Hissss! , Arrah, go on! [Destiny, Influence of Design upon. ] Fin for fun! You've spat your shower like a son of Sibernia but let's have at it! Subtend to me now! Pisk! Outer serpumstances beiug ekewilled, we carefully, if she pleats, lift by her seam hem and jabote at the spidsiest of her trickkikant (like thousands done before since fillies calpered. Ocone! Ocone! ) the maidsapron of our A. L. P. , fearfully! till its nether nadir is vortically where (allow me aright to two cute winkles) its naval's napex will have to beandbe. [Prometheus or the Promise of Provision. ] You must proach near mear for at is dark. Lob. And light your mech. Jeldy! And this is what you'll say. 178 Waaaaaa. Tch! Sluice! Pla! And their, redneck, (for addn't we to gayatsee with Puhl the Punkah's bell? ) mygh
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Ugol egal ogle. Mi vidim Mi.
Hasitatense?
The impudence of that in girl's things!
and thy, the living spit of dead waters,179 fastness firm of Hurdlebury Fenn, discinct and isoplural in its (your sow to the duble) sixuous parts, flument, fluvey and fluteous, midden wedge of the stream's your muddy old triagonal delta, fiho miho, plain for you now, appia lippia pluvaville, (hop the hula, girls! ) the no niggard spot of her safety vulve, first of all usquiluteral threeingles, (and why wouldn't she sit cressloggedlike the lass that lured a tailor? ) the constant of fluxion, Mahamewetma, pride of the province180 and when that tidled boare rutches up from the Afrantic, allaph quaran's his bett und bier! 181 [Ambages and Their Ro^le. ] Paa lickam laa lickam, apl lpa! This it is an her. You see her it. Which it whom you see it is her. And if you could goaneggbetter we'd soon see some raffant scrumala riffa. Quicks herit fossyending. Quef! So post that to your pape and smarket! And you can haul up that languil pennant, mate. I've read your tunc's dimissage. For, let it be taken that her littlenist is of no magnetude or again let it be granted that Doll the laziest can be dissimulant with all respects from Doll the fiercst, thence
must any whatyoulike in the power of empthood be either greater THaN or less THaN [Ecclasiastical and Celestial Hierarchies. The Ascending.
The Descending. ] the unitate we have in one or hence shall the vectorious readyeyes of evertwo circumflicksrent searclhers never film in the elipsities of their gyribouts those fickers which are returnally
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And all meinkind.
Whangpoos the paddle and whiss whee whoo.
reprodictive of themselves. 182 Which is unpassible. Quarrellary. The logos of somewome to that base anything, when most characteristically mantissa minus, comes to nullum in the endth:183 orso, here is nowet badder than the sin of Aha with his cosin Lil, verswaysed on coverswised, and all that's consecants and cotangincies till Perperp stops repippinghim since her redtangles are all abscissan for limitsing this tendency of our Frivulteeny Sexuagesima184 to expense herselfs as sphere as possible, [The peripatetic periphery. It's Allothesis. ] paradismic perimutter, in all directions on the bend of the unbridalled, the infinisissimalls of her facets becoming manier and manier as the calicolum of her umdescribables (one has thoughts of that eternal Rome) shrinks from schurtiness to scherts. 185 Scholium, there are trist sigheds to everysing but ichs on the freed brings euchs to the feared. Qued? Mother of us all! O, dear me, look at that now! I don't know is it your spictre or my omination but I'm glad you dimentioned it! My Lourde! My Lourde! If that aint just the beatenest lay I ever see! And a superpbosition! Quoint a quincidence! O. K. Omnius Kollidimus. [Canine Venus sublimated to Aulidic Aphrodite. ] As Ollover Krumwall sayed when he slepped ueber his grannyamother. Kangaroose feathers: Who in the name of thunder'd ever belevin you were that bolt? But
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Neither a soul to be saved nor a body to be kicked. The boast of the town.
Hen's bens, are we soddy we missiled her?
you're holy mooxed and gaping up the wrong palce186 as if you was seeheeing the gheist that stays forenenst, you blessed simpletop domefool! Where's your belested loiternan's lamp? You must lap wandret down the bluishing refluction below. Her trunk's not her brainbox. Hear where the bolgylines, Yseen here the puncture. So he done it. Luck! See her good. [Exclusivism: the Ors, Sors and Fors, which? ] Well, well, well, well! O dee, O dee, that's very lovely! We like Simperspreach Hammeltones to fellow Selvertunes O'Haggans. 187 When he rolls over his ars and shows the hise of his heels. Vely lovely entilely! Like a yangsheepslang with the tsifengtse. So analytical plausible! And be the powers of Moll Kelly, neighbour topsowyer, it will be a lozenge to me all my lauffe. 188 More better twofeller we been speak copperads. Ever thought about Guinness's? And the regrettable Parson Rome's advice? Want to join the police. 189 You know, you were always one of the bright ones, since a foot made you an unmentionable, fakes! You know, you're the divver's own smart gossoon, aequal to yoursell and wanigel to anglyother, so you are, hoax! You know, you'll be dampned, so you will, one of these invernal days but you will be, carrotty! 190
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