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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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What a lubberly whide elephant for the men-in-the-straits!
And she had to seek a pond's apeace to salve her suiterkins. Sued!
wright anny pippap passage, Eye bet, as foyne as that moultylousy Erewhig, yerself, mick! Nock the muddy nickers! 194 Christ's Church varses Bellial! ) Dear and he went on to scripple gentlemine born, milady bread, [Ascription of the Active. ] he would pen for her, he would pine for her,195 how he would patpun fun for all196 with his frolicky frowner so and his glumsome grinner otherso. And how are you, waggy?
197 My animal his sorrafool! And trieste, ah trieste ate I my liver! Se non e` vero son trovatore. O jerry! He was soso, harriot all! He was sadfellow, steifel! He was mistermysterion. Like a purate out of pensionee with a gouvernament job. All moanday, tearsday, wailsday, thumpsday, frightday, shatterday till the fear of the Law. Look at this twitches! He was quisquis, floored on his plankraft of shittim wood. Look at him! Sink deep or touch not the Cartesian spring! [Proscription of the Passive. ] Want more ashes, griper? How diesmal he was lying low on his rawside laying siege to goblin castle. And, bezouts that, how hyenesmeal he was laying him long on his laughside lying sack to croakpartridge. (Be thou wars Rolaf's intestions, quoths the Bhagavat biskop Leech) Ann opes tipoo soon ear! If you could me lendtill my pascol's kondyl, sahib, and the price of a plate of poultice. Punked. With best apolojigs and merrymoney thanks to self for all the clerricals and again begs guerdon for bistrispissing on your bunificence. [Ensouling
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? Excuse theyre christianbrothers irish?
When she tripped against the briery bush he profused her allover with curtsey flowers.
A nastilow disigraible game.
Dear old Erosmas. Very glad you are going to Penmark. Write to the corner. Grunny Grant.
Female Sustains Agonising Overman. ] Well wiggywiggywagtail, and how are you, yaggy? With a capital Tea for Thirst. From here Buvard to dear Picuchet. Blott.
[WHEN THE ANSWERER IS A LEMAN. ] Now, (peel your eyes, my gins, and brush your saton hat, me elementator joyclid, son of a Butt! She's mine, Jow low jure,198 be Skibbering's eagles, sweet tart of Whiteknees Archway) watch him, having caught at the bifurking calamum in his bolsillos, the onelike underworp he had ever funnet without difficultads, the aboleshqvick, signing away in happinext complete, (Exquisite Game of inspiration! [Sesama to the Rescues. The Key Signature. ] I always adored your hand. So could I too and without the scrope of a pen. Ohr for oral, key for crib, olchedolche and a lunge ad lib. Can you write us a last line? From SmithJones-Orbison? ) intrieatedly in years, jirryalimpaloop. And i Romain, hup u bn gd grl. 199 Unds alws my thts. To fallthere at bare feet hurryaswormarose. Two dies of one rafflement. Eche bennyache. Outstamp and distribute him at the expanse of his society. To be continued. Anon.
[ALL SQUARE AND ACCORDING TO COCKER. ] And ook, ook, ook, fanky! All the charictures200 in the drame! This is how San holypolypools. And this, pardonsky! is the way Romeopullupalleaps. 201
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? I loved to see the Macbeths Jerseys knacking spots of the Plumpduffs Pants.
Lifp year fends you all and moe, fouvenirs foft as fummer fnow, fweet willings and forget-uf-knots. Gag his tubes yourself.
He, angel that I thought him, and he not aebel to speel eelyotripes. , Mr Tellibly Divilcult!
Pose the pen, man, way me does. Way ole missa vellatooth fust show me how. Fourth power to her illpogue! Bould strokes for your life! Tip! [Force Centres of the Fire Serpentine: heart, throat, navel, spleen, sacral, fontanella, intertemporal eye. ] This is Steal, this is Barke, this is Starn, this is Swhipt, this is Wiles, this is Pshaw, this is Doubbllinnbbayyates. 202 This is brave Danny weeping his spache for the popers. This is cool Connolly wiping his hearth with brave Danny. And this, regard! how Chawleses Skewered parparaparnelligoes between brave Danny boy and the Connolly. [Conception of the Compromise and Finding of a Formula. ] Upanishadem! Top. Spoken hath L'arty Magory. Eregob ragh. Prouf! 203
[TROTHBLOWERS. FIG AND THISTLE PLOT A PIG AND WHISTLE. ] And Kev was wreathed with his pother. But, (that Jacoby feeling again for forebitten fruit and, my Georgeous, Kevvy too he just loves his puppadums, I judge! ) after all his autocratic writings of paraboles of famellicurbs and meddlied muddlingisms, thee faroots hof cullchaw end ate citrawn woodint wun able rep of the triperforator [Ideal Present Alone Produces Real Future. ] awlrite blast through his pergaman hit him where he lived and do for the blessted selfchuruls, what I think, smarter like it done for a manny another unpious of the hairydary quare quandary firstings till at length, you one bladdy bragger, by mercystroke he measured his earth anyway? could not but
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The Brownes de Browne - Browne of Castlehacknolan.
recken in his adder's badder cadder way our frankson who, to be plain, he fight him all time twofeller longa kill dead finish bloody face blong you, was misocain. Wince wan's won! Rip! 204 And his countinghands rose.
[WITH EBONISER. ] Formalisa. Loves deathhow simple!
[IN PIX. ] Slutningsbane. 205
[EUCHRE RISK, MERCI BUCKUP, AND MIND WHO YOU'RE PUCKING, FLEBBY. ] [Service superseding self. ] Thanks eversore much, Pointcarried! I can't say if it's the weight you strike me to the quick or that red mass I was looking at but at the present momentum, potential as I am, I'm seeing rayingbogeys rings round me. Honours to you and may you be commended for our exhibitiveness! I'd love to take you for a bugaboo ride and play funfer all if you'd only sit and be the ballasted bottle in the porker barrel. You will deserve a rolypoly as long as from here to tomorrow. And to hell with them driftbombs and bottom trailers! If my maily was bag enough I'd send you a toxis. By Saxon Chromaticus, you done that lovely for me! Didn't he now, Nubilina? Tiny Mite, she studiert whas? With her listeningin coiffure, her dream of Endsland's daylast and the glorifires of being presainted maid to majesty. 206 And less is the pity for she isn't the lollypops she easily might be if she had for a sample Virginia's air of achievement. That
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? A byebye bingbang boys! See you Nutcracker Sunday! Chinchin Childaman! Chapchopchap!
Wipe your glosses with what you know.
might keep her from throwing delph. 207 [Catastrophe and Anabasis. ] As I was saying, while retorting thanks, you make me a reborn of the cards. [The rotary processus and its reestablishment of reciprocities. ] We're offals boys ambows. 208 For I've flicked up all the crambs as they crumbed from your table um, singing glory allaloserem, cog it out, here goes a sum. So read we in must book. It tells. He prophets most who bilks the best.
[COME SI COMPITA CUNCTITITITILATIO? CONKERY
CUNK, THIGH-THIGHT-TICKELLY-THIGH, LIGGERILAG,
TITTERITOT, LEG IN A TEE, LUG IN A LAW, TWO AT A TIE,
THREE ON A THRICKY TILL OHIO OHIO IOIOMISS. ] And that
salubrated sickenagiaour of yaours have teaspilled all my hazeydency.
Forge away, Sunny Sim! Sheepshopp. Bleating Goad, it is the least of
things, Eyeinstye! Imagine it, my deep dartry dullard! It is hours giving,
not more. I'm only out for celebridging over the guilt of the gap in your
hiscitendency. You are a hundred thousand times welcome, old
wortsampler, hellbeit you're just about as culpable as my woolfell
merger would be. [The Twofold Truth and the Conjunctive Appetites of
Oppositional Orexes. ] In effect I could engage in an energument over
you till you were republicly royally toobally prussic blue in the shirt
after. 209 Trionfante di bestia! And if you're not your bloater's kipper may
I never curse again on that pint I took of Jamesons. Old Keane now,
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? If I'd more in the cups that peeves thee you could cracksmith your rows tureens. Alls Sings and Alls Howls.
From three shellings. A bluedye sacrifice.
you're rod, hook and sinker, old jubalee Keane! Biddy's hair. Biddy's hair, mine lubber. Where is that Quin but he sknows it knot but what you that are my popular endphthisis were born with a solver arm up your sleep. [Trishagion. ] Thou in shanty! Thou in scanty shanty! ! Thou in slanty scanty shanty! ! ! Bide in your hush! Bide in your hush, do! The law does not aloud you to shout. I plant my penstock in your postern, chinarpot. Ave! And let it be to all remembrance. Vale. Ovocation of maiding waters. 210 For auld lang salvy steyne. I defend you to champ my scullion's praises. To book alone belongs the lobe. Foremaster's meed211 will mark tomorrow, when we are making pilscrummage to whaboggeryin with staff, scarf and blessed wallet and our aureoles round our neckkandcropfs where as and when Heavysciusgardaddy, parent who offers sweetmeats, will gift uns his Noblett's surprize. [Abnegation is Adaptation. ] With this laudable purpose in loud ability let us be singulfied. Betwixt me and thee hung cong. Item, mizpah ends.
[ENTER THE COP AND HOW. SECURES GUBERNANT
URBIS TERROREM. ] But while the dial are they doodling dawdling
over the mugs and the grubs? Oikey, Impostolopulos? 212 Steady steady
steady steady steady studiavimus. Many many many many many
manducabimus. 213 We've had our day at triv and quad and writ our bit as
intermidgets. Art, literature, politics, economy, chemistry, humanity,
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Giglamps, Soapy Geyser, The Smell and Gory Mac Gusty.
The divvy wants that babbling brook. Dear Auntie Emma Emma Eates. Strike the day off, the nightcap's on nigh. Goney, goney gone!
&c. [Cato. ] Duty, the daughter of discipline, [Nero. ] the Great Fire at the South City Markets, [Saul] Belief in Giants and the Banshee, [Aristotle] A Place for Everything and Everything in its Place, [Julius Caesar. ] Is the Pen Mightier than the Sword? [Pericles.