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No wonder Miss Dotsh took to veils and she descended from that | | ||
obloquohy. | | ||
The bookley with the rusin’s hat is Patomkin but I’m blowed if I knowed | | ||
who the slave is doing behind the curtain. | | ||
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| One and Only, Unic bar None, of Saint Yves by Landsend corn- | | |
wer, 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 hut 1 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?, | | ||
and that’s not the finis of it (would it were!) — but to think of him | | ||
foundling a nelliza the second, 3 also cliptbuss (the best was still | | ||
there if the torso was gone) where he did and when he did, re- | | ||
triever to the last 4 — escapes my forgetness now was it dust- | | ||
covered, 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; 5 and to try to analyse that ambo’s pair of brace- | | ||
leans akwart the rollyon trying to amarm all 6 of that miching | | ||
micher’s bearded but insensible virility and its gaulish mous- | | ||
taches, Dammad and Groany, into her limited (tuff, tuff, que tu es | | ||
pitre !) lapse at the same slapse for towelling ends | | ||
ful 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! 8 — well, diarmuee and | | ||
| 1 O hce! O hce! | | |
2 Six and seven the League. | | ||
3 It’s all round me hat I’ll wear a drooping dido. | | ||
4 Have you ever thought of a hitching your stern and being ourdeaned, | | ||
Mester Bootenfly, here’s me and Myrtle is twinkling to know. | | ||
5 To show they caught preferment. | | ||
6 See the freeman’s cuticatura by Fennella. | | ||
7 Just one big booty’s pot. | | ||
8 Charles de Simples had an infirmierity complexe before he died a natural | | ||
death. | | ||
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| 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 greatly displeaced | | ||
diorems in the Saint Lubbock’s Day number of that most improv- | | ||
ing of roundshows, Spice and Westend Woman (utterly exhausted | | ||
before publication, indiapepper edition shortly), are for our in- | | ||
dices, 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 Green 1 to take | | ||
warning by the prispast, why?, by cows . man, in shirt, is how | | ||
he is pi- la gonna Š mobile and þ 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, | | ||
ward 3 the beast of boredom, common sense, lurking gyrographi- | | ||
cally 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) | |