So post that to your pape and
smarket!
Finnegans
) 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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? It's all round me hat I'll wear a drooping dido.
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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? ? ? ? ? Where Buickly of the Glass and Bellows pumped the Rudge engineral. Matter of Brettaine and brut fierce.
? 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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O, Laughing Sally, are we going to be toadhauntered by that old Pantifox Sir Somebody Something, Burtt, for the rest of our secret stripture?
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? Ex jup pep off Carpenger Strate. The kids' and dolls' home. Makeacakeache. A vagrant need is a flagrant weed.
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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? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? The Doodles family, ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? , ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? , ? ? ? ? ? ? ? , ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? , ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? , ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? , ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? . Hoodle doodle, fam. ? Picking on Nickagain, Pikey Mikey?
Early morning, sir Dav Stephens, said the First Gentleman in youreups.
[SICK US A SOCK WITH SOME SEDIMENT IN IT FOR THE
SAKE OF OUR DARNING WIVES. ] [Primanouriture and
Ultimogeniture. ] Wherapool, gayet that when he stop look time he stop
long ground who here hurry he would have ever the lothst word, with a
sweet me ah err eye ear marie to reat from the jacob's191 and a shypull
for toothsake of his armjaws at the slidepage of de Vere Foster, would
and could candykissing P. Kevin to fress up the rinnerung and to ate by
hart (leo I read, such a spanish, escribibis, all your mycoscoups) wont to
nibbleh ravenostonnoriously ihs mum to me in bewonderment of his
chipper chuthor for, while that Other by the halp of his creactive mind
offered to deleberate the mass from the booty of fight our Same with the
holp of the bounty of food sought to delubberate the mess from his
corructive mund, with his muffetee cuffes ownconsciously grafficking
with his sinister cyclopes after trigamies and spirals' wobbles pursuiting
their rovinghamilton selves and godolphing in fairlove to see around the
waste of noland's browne jesus192 (thur him no quartos! ) till that on him
poorin sweat the juggaleer's veins [No Sturm. No Drang. ] (quench his
quill! ) in his napier scrag stud out bursthright tam quam taughtropes.
[Illustration. ] (Spry him! call a blood lekar! Where's Dr Brassenaarse? )
Es war itwas in his priesterrite. O He Must Suffer! From this
misbelieving feacemaker to his noncredible fancyflame. 193 Ask for
bosthoon, late for Mass, pray for blaablaablack sheep. (Sure you could
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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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? It's all round me hat I'll wear a drooping dido.
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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? ? ? ? ? Where Buickly of the Glass and Bellows pumped the Rudge engineral. Matter of Brettaine and brut fierce.
? 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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O, Laughing Sally, are we going to be toadhauntered by that old Pantifox Sir Somebody Something, Burtt, for the rest of our secret stripture?
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? Ex jup pep off Carpenger Strate. The kids' and dolls' home. Makeacakeache. A vagrant need is a flagrant weed.
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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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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Early morning, sir Dav Stephens, said the First Gentleman in youreups.
[SICK US A SOCK WITH SOME SEDIMENT IN IT FOR THE
SAKE OF OUR DARNING WIVES. ] [Primanouriture and
Ultimogeniture. ] Wherapool, gayet that when he stop look time he stop
long ground who here hurry he would have ever the lothst word, with a
sweet me ah err eye ear marie to reat from the jacob's191 and a shypull
for toothsake of his armjaws at the slidepage of de Vere Foster, would
and could candykissing P. Kevin to fress up the rinnerung and to ate by
hart (leo I read, such a spanish, escribibis, all your mycoscoups) wont to
nibbleh ravenostonnoriously ihs mum to me in bewonderment of his
chipper chuthor for, while that Other by the halp of his creactive mind
offered to deleberate the mass from the booty of fight our Same with the
holp of the bounty of food sought to delubberate the mess from his
corructive mund, with his muffetee cuffes ownconsciously grafficking
with his sinister cyclopes after trigamies and spirals' wobbles pursuiting
their rovinghamilton selves and godolphing in fairlove to see around the
waste of noland's browne jesus192 (thur him no quartos! ) till that on him
poorin sweat the juggaleer's veins [No Sturm. No Drang. ] (quench his
quill! ) in his napier scrag stud out bursthright tam quam taughtropes.
[Illustration. ] (Spry him! call a blood lekar! Where's Dr Brassenaarse? )
Es war itwas in his priesterrite. O He Must Suffer! From this
misbelieving feacemaker to his noncredible fancyflame. 193 Ask for
bosthoon, late for Mass, pray for blaablaablack sheep. (Sure you could
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