closest sentences via levenstein distance (first two chapters of PRIDE AND PREJUDICE)

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Rise up now and aruse!



Caution!


It is how sweet from her, the wispful, and they are soon seen swopsib so a sautril as a meise.

Our people here in Samoanesia will not be after forgetting you and the elders luking and marking the jornies, chalkin up drizzle in drizzle out on the four bare mats.

How dare ye be laughing out of your mouthshine at the lack of that?

Be the powers that be he was.

But in the pragma what formal cause made a smile of that to-think?

So content me now.

Do you not must want to go somewhere on the present?

You want to be slap well slapped for that.

This was his innwhite horse.

Well, she bergened a zakbag, a shammy mailsack, with the lend of a loan of the light of his lampion, off one of her swapsons, Shaun the Post, and then she went and consulted her chapboucqs, old Mot Moore, Casey’s Euclid and the Fashion Display and made herself tidal to join in the mascarete.

What age is at?

Bing.

Ah, murther of mines!

Oh! To please me, treasure. As cream of the hearth thou reinethst alhome. What a teething wretch!

How? How chimant in effect!

My ruridecanal caste is a cut above you peregrines. And thanking the fish, in core of them.

At that do you leer, a setting up?

Caution! I say, can you bait it? First she let her hair fal and down it flussed to her feet its teviots winding coils.

So she says: Tay for thee? He fould the fourd; they found the hurtled stones; they fell ill with the gravy duck: and he sod town with the roust of the meast.

There you have me! Easy, my dear, if they tingle you either say nothing or nod. You invoiced him last Eatster so he ought to give us hockockles and everything.

I shall come back for a little more say farther on.)

Let us be holy and evil and let her be peace on the bough.

He store the tale of me shur.

But her, you wait. And thanking the fish, in core of them. Will bee all buzzy one another minnies for the mere effect that you are so fuld of pollen yourself. And you, Bruno Nowlan, take your tongue out of your inkpot!

You are of course. We only wish everyone was as sure of anything in this watery world as we are of everything in the newlywet fellow that’s bound to follow.

I never sought of
sinkathink. Where is that blinketey blanketer, that quound of a pealer, the sunt of a hunt whant foxes good men! But where was Himself, the timoneer?

He fould the fourd; they found the hurtled stones; they fell ill with the gravy duck: and he sod town with the roust of the meast.

I have wanted to thank you such a long time so much now. You have it alright. You are not going to not.

You were dreamend, dear. That my dig pressed in your dag si. They are tales all tolled. I heard the man Shee shinging in the pantry bay.

By Dad, youd not heed that fert?

Muta: He odda be thorly well ashamed of himself for smoking before the high host.

If time enough lost the ducks walking easy found them.

The man thut won the bettlle of the bawll.

He wollops his mouther with a sword of tusk in as
because that he confesses how opten he used be obening her howonton
he used be undering her. Here English might be seen. The walls are of rubinen and the glittergates of elfinbone. They vain would convert the to be hers in the word. The eirest race, the ourest nation, the airest place that erestationed.

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PRIDE AND PREJUDICE

By Jane Austen



Chapter 1


It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession
of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his
first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds
of the surrounding families, that he is considered the rightful property
of some one or other of their daughters.

"My dear Mr. Bennet," said his lady to him one day, "have you heard that
Netherfield Park is let at last?"

Mr. Bennet replied that he had not.

"But it is," returned she; "for Mrs. Long has just been here, and she
told me all about it."

Mr. Bennet made no answer.

"Do you not want to know who has taken it?" cried his wife impatiently.

"_You_ want to tell me, and I have no objection to hearing it."

This was invitation enough.

"Why, my dear, you must know, Mrs. Long says that Netherfield is taken
by a young man of large fortune from the north of England; that he came
down on Monday in a chaise and four to see the place, and was so much
delighted with it, that he agreed with Mr. Morris immediately; that he
is to take possession before Michaelmas, and some of his servants are to
be in the house by the end of next week."

"What is his name?"

"Bingley."

"Is he married or single?"

"Oh! Single, my dear, to be sure! A single man of large fortune; four or
five thousand a year. What a fine thing for our girls!"

"How so? How can it affect them?"

"My dear Mr. Bennet," replied his wife, "how can you be so tiresome! You
must know that I am thinking of his marrying one of them."

"Is that his design in settling here?"

"Design! Nonsense, how can you talk so! But it is very likely that he
_may_ fall in love with one of them, and therefore you must visit him as
soon as he comes."

"I see no occasion for that. You and the girls may go, or you may send
them by themselves, which perhaps will be still better, for as you are
as handsome as any of them, Mr. Bingley may like you the best of the
party."

"My dear, you flatter me. I certainly _have_ had my share of beauty, but
I do not pretend to be anything extraordinary now. When a woman has five
grown-up daughters, she ought to give over thinking of her own beauty."

"In such cases, a woman has not often much beauty to think of."

"But, my dear, you must indeed go and see Mr. Bingley when he comes into
the neighbourhood."

"It is more than I engage for, I assure you."

"But consider your daughters. Only think what an establishment it would
be for one of them. Sir William and Lady Lucas are determined to
go, merely on that account, for in general, you know, they visit no
newcomers. Indeed you must go, for it will be impossible for _us_ to
visit him if you do not."

"You are over-scrupulous, surely. I dare say Mr. Bingley will be very
glad to see you; and I will send a few lines by you to assure him of my
hearty consent to his marrying whichever he chooses of the girls; though
I must throw in a good word for my little Lizzy."

"I desire you will do no such thing. Lizzy is not a bit better than the
others; and I am sure she is not half so handsome as Jane, nor half so
good-humoured as Lydia. But you are always giving _her_ the preference."

"They have none of them much to recommend them," replied he; "they are
all silly and ignorant like other girls; but Lizzy has something more of
quickness than her sisters."

"Mr. Bennet, how _can_ you abuse your own children in such a way? You
take delight in vexing me. You have no compassion for my poor nerves."

"You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. They
are my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration
these last twenty years at least."

"Ah, you do not know what I suffer."

"But I hope you will get over it, and live to see many young men of four
thousand a year come into the neighbourhood."

"It will be no use to us, if twenty such should come, since you will not
visit them."

"Depend upon it, my dear, that when there are twenty, I will visit them
all."

Mr. Bennet was so odd a mixture of quick parts, sarcastic humour,
reserve, and caprice, that the experience of three-and-twenty years had
been insufficient to make his wife understand his character. _Her_ mind
was less difficult to develop. She was a woman of mean understanding,
little information, and uncertain temper. When she was discontented,
she fancied herself nervous. The business of her life was to get her
daughters married; its solace was visiting and news.



Chapter 2


Mr. Bennet was among the earliest of those who waited on Mr. Bingley. He
had always intended to visit him, though to the last always assuring
his wife that he should not go; and till the evening after the visit was
paid she had no knowledge of it. It was then disclosed in the following
manner. Observing his second daughter employed in trimming a hat, he
suddenly addressed her with:

"I hope Mr. Bingley will like it, Lizzy."

"We are not in a way to know _what_ Mr. Bingley likes," said her mother
resentfully, "since we are not to visit."

"But you forget, mamma," said Elizabeth, "that we shall meet him at the
assemblies, and that Mrs. Long promised to introduce him."

"I do not believe Mrs. Long will do any such thing. She has two nieces
of her own. She is a selfish, hypocritical woman, and I have no opinion
of her."

"No more have I," said Mr. Bennet; "and I am glad to find that you do
not depend on her serving you."

Mrs. Bennet deigned not to make any reply, but, unable to contain
herself, began scolding one of her daughters.

"Don't keep coughing so, Kitty, for Heaven's sake! Have a little
compassion on my nerves. You tear them to pieces."

"Kitty has no discretion in her coughs," said her father; "she times
them ill."

"I do not cough for my own amusement," replied Kitty fretfully. "When is
your next ball to be, Lizzy?"

"To-morrow fortnight."

"Aye, so it is," cried her mother, "and Mrs. Long does not come back
till the day before; so it will be impossible for her to introduce him,
for she will not know him herself."

"Then, my dear, you may have the advantage of your friend, and introduce
Mr. Bingley to _her_."

"Impossible, Mr. Bennet, impossible, when I am not acquainted with him
myself; how can you be so teasing?"

"I honour your circumspection. A fortnight's acquaintance is certainly
very little. One cannot know what a man really is by the end of a
fortnight. But if _we_ do not venture somebody else will; and after all,
Mrs. Long and her neices must stand their chance; and, therefore, as
she will think it an act of kindness, if you decline the office, I will
take it on myself."

The girls stared at their father. Mrs. Bennet said only, "Nonsense,
nonsense!"

"What can be the meaning of that emphatic exclamation?" cried he. "Do
you consider the forms of introduction, and the stress that is laid on
them, as nonsense? I cannot quite agree with you _there_. What say you,
Mary? For you are a young lady of deep reflection, I know, and read
great books and make extracts."

Mary wished to say something sensible, but knew not how.

"While Mary is adjusting her ideas," he continued, "let us return to Mr.
Bingley."

"I am sick of Mr. Bingley," cried his wife.

"I am sorry to hear _that_; but why did not you tell me that before? If
I had known as much this morning I certainly would not have called
on him. It is very unlucky; but as I have actually paid the visit, we
cannot escape the acquaintance now."

The astonishment of the ladies was just what he wished; that of Mrs.
Bennet perhaps surpassing the rest; though, when the first tumult of joy
was over, she began to declare that it was what she had expected all the
while.

"How good it was in you, my dear Mr. Bennet! But I knew I should
persuade you at last. I was sure you loved your girls too well to
neglect such an acquaintance. Well, how pleased I am! and it is such a
good joke, too, that you should have gone this morning and never said a
word about it till now."

"Now, Kitty, you may cough as much as you choose," said Mr. Bennet; and,
as he spoke, he left the room, fatigued with the raptures of his wife.

"What an excellent father you have, girls!" said she, when the door was
shut. "I do not know how you will ever make him amends for his kindness;
or me, either, for that matter. At our time of life it is not so
pleasant, I can tell you, to be making new acquaintances every day; but
for your sakes, we would do anything. Lydia, my love, though you _are_
the youngest, I dare say Mr. Bingley will dance with you at the next
ball."

"Oh!" said Lydia stoutly, "I am not afraid; for though I _am_ the
youngest, I'm the tallest."

The rest of the evening was spent in conjecturing how soon he would
return Mr. Bennet's visit, and determining when they should ask him to
dinner.

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Rise up now and aruse!



Caution!


It is how sweet from her, the wispful, and they are soon seen swopsib
so a sautril as a meise.

Our people here in Samoanesia will not be after forgetting you and the
elders luking and marking the jornies, chalkin up drizzle in drizzle
out on the four bare mats.

How dare ye be laughing out of your mouthshine at the lack of that?

Be the powers that be he was.

But in the pragma what formal cause made a smile of that to-think?

So content me now.

Do you not must want to go somewhere on the present?

You want to be slap well slapped for that.

This was his innwhite horse.

Well, she bergened a zakbag, a shammy mailsack, with the lend of a
loan of the light of his lampion, off one of her swapsons, Shaun the
Post, and then she went and consulted her chapboucqs, old Mot Moore,
Casey’s Euclid and the Fashion Display and made herself tidal
to join in the mascarete.

What age is at?

Bing.

Ah, murther of mines!

Oh! To please me, treasure. As cream of the hearth thou reinethst
alhome. What a teething wretch!

How? How chimant in effect!

My ruridecanal caste is a cut above you peregrines. And thanking the
fish, in core of them.

At that do you leer, a setting up?

Caution! I say, can you bait it? First she let her hair fal and down
it flussed to her feet its teviots winding coils.

So she says: Tay for thee? He fould the fourd; they found the hurtled
stones; they fell ill with the gravy duck: and he sod town with the
roust of the meast.

There you have me! Easy, my dear, if they tingle you either say
nothing or nod. You invoiced him last Eatster so he ought to give us
hockockles and everything.

I shall come back for a little more say farther on.)

Let us be holy and evil and let her be peace on the bough.

He store the tale of me shur.

But her, you wait. And thanking the fish, in core of them. Will bee
all buzzy one another minnies for the mere effect that you are so fuld
of pollen yourself. And you, Bruno Nowlan, take your tongue out of
your inkpot!

You are of course. We only wish everyone was as sure of anything in
this watery world as we are of everything in the newlywet fellow
that’s bound to follow.

I never sought of sinkathink. Where is that blinketey blanketer, that
quound of a pealer, the sunt of a hunt whant foxes good men! But where
was Himself, the timoneer?

He fould the fourd; they found the hurtled stones; they fell ill with
the gravy duck: and he sod town with the roust of the meast.

I have wanted to thank you such a long time so much now. You have it
alright. You are not going to not.

You were dreamend, dear. That my dig pressed in your dag si. They are
tales all tolled. I heard the man Shee shinging in the pantry bay.

By Dad, youd not heed that fert?

Muta: He odda be thorly well ashamed of himself for smoking before the
high host.

If time enough lost the ducks walking easy found them.

The man thut won the bettlle of the bawll.

He wollops his mouther with a sword of tusk in as because that he
confesses how opten he used be obening her howonton he used be
undering her. Here English might be seen. The walls are of rubinen and
the glittergates of elfinbone. They vain would convert the to be hers
in the word. The eirest race, the ourest nation, the airest place that
erestationed.



Caution!


If he was not alluding to the whole in the wall? The alum that winters
on his top is the stale of the staun that will soar when he stambles
till that hag of the coombe rapes the pad off his lock. That was the
last joke of Willingdone. Borrowing a word and begging the question
and stealing tinder and slipping like soap.

The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay.

But they broken waters and they made whole waters at they surfered
bark to the lots of his vauce.

Then everyone will hear of it. She had a flewmen of her owen. The war
is in words and the wood is the world.

You will say it is most unenglish and I shall hope to hear that you
will not be wrong about it.

If Y shoulden somewhat, well, I am able to owe it, hearth and chem ney
easy.

So pass the pick for child sake! And a little mollvogels. You bet they
is.

The war is in words and the wood is the world.

To go to Begge and to be sure to reminder Begge. He is our sent on the
firm.

I have won straight.

Yes, there was that skew arch of chrome sweet home, floodlit up above
the flabberghosted farmament and bump where the camel got the needle.

Let me lean, just a lea, if you le, bowldstrong big — tider.

They pretend to helf while they simply shauted at him sauce to make
hims prich.

Tongue your time now. And the juinnesses is a rapin his hind. And that
bag belly is the buck to goat it! He beached the bark of his tale; and
set to husband and vine: and the harpermaster told all the living
conservancy, know Meschiameschianah, how that win a gain was in again.

He stot-tered from the latter. We cannot smile noes from noes.

But only the ruining of the rain has heard. O, you mean the strangle
for love and the sowiveall of the prettiest? I cain but are you able?
What do you lack? So you see the Mookse he had reason as I knew and
you knew and he knew all along.

So there was nothing serical between you?

The bark is still there but the molars are gone.

I know how racy they move his wheel.

Was he come to hevre with his engiles or gone to hull with the poop?
You cannot make a limousine lady out of a hillman minx. Mirrylamb, she
was shuffering all the diseasinesses of the unherd of.

This is the glider that gladdened the girl5 that list to the wind that
lifted the leaves that folded the fruit that hung on the tree that
grew in the garden Gough gave.

So post that to your pape and smarket! For I feel I could near to
faint away. Please by acquiester to meek my acquointance! You never
may know in the preterite all perhaps that you would not believe that
you ever even saw to be about to.

: and so, to mark a bank taal she arter, the obedience of the citizens
elp the ealth of the ole.

Whatbetween the cupgirls and the platterboys. I’ve an eye on
queer Behan and old Kate and the butter, trust me. And still here is
noctules and can tell things acommon on by that fluffy feeling. With
my whiteness I thee woo and bind my silk breasths I thee bound!

O, you mean the strangle for love and the sowiveall of the prettiest?

That a head in thighs under a bush at the sunface would bait a serpent
to a millrace through the heather.



Caution!


But all that’s left to the last of the Meaghers in the loup of
the years prefixed and between is one kneebuckle and two hooks in the
front. Stay us wherefore in our search for tighteousness, O
Sus-tainer, what time we rise and when we take up to toothmick and
before we lump down upown our leatherbed and in the night and at the
fading of the stars! For here the holy language. Hadn’t he
seven dams to wive him? He was leaving out of my double inns while he
was all teppling over my single ixits. Nuttings on her wilelife! Every
third man has a chink in his conscience and every other woman has a
jape in her mind.

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.

Wet your thistle where a weed is and you’ll rue it,
despyneedis. Then breretonbiking on the free with your airs of
go-be-dee and your heels upon the handlebars. The jinnies is a cooin
her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git
the band up.

This is the Hausman all paven and stoned, that cribbed the Cabin that
never was owned that cocked his leg and hennad his Egg. For he
devoused the lelias on the fined and he conforted samp, tramp and
marchint out of the drumbume of a narse. The soundwaves are his
buffeteers; they trompe him with their trompes; the wave of roary and
the wave of hooshed and the wave of hawhawhawrd and the wave of
neverheedthemhorseluggarsandlisteltomine. Who in his heart doubts
either that the facts of feminine clothiering are there all the time
or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the facts, is there also
at the same time, only a little to the rere? For the joy of the dew on
the flower of the fleets on the fields of the foam of the waves of the
seas of the wild main from Borneholm has jest come to crown. From the
last finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first one on
the last one of the first.

Here are two rooms on the upstairs, at forkflank and at knifekanter.
There were three men in him (schwrites). How did he bank it up, swank
it up, the whaler in the punt, a guinea by a groat, his index on the
balance and such wealth into the bargain, with the boguey which he
snatched in the baggage coach ahead? She wants her wardrobe to hear
from above by return with cash so as she can buy her Peter Robinson
trousseau and cut a dash with Arty, Bert or possibly Charley Chance
(who knows?) so tolloll Mr Hunker you’re too dada for me to
dance (so off she goes!) and that’s how half the gels in town
has got their bottom drars while grumpapar he’s trying to
hitch his braces on to his trars.

And it was not a long time till he was feeling true forim he was
goodda purssia and it was short after that he was fooling mehaunt to
mehynte he was an injine ruber. Lack breath must leap no more. With a
hoh frohim and heh fraher. Arrah, leave it to Hosty, frosty Hosty,
leave it to Hosty for he’s the mann to rhyme the rann, the
rann, the rann, the king of all ranns. His real devotes. He wished to
grieve on the good persons, that is the four gentlemen. From the last
finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first one on the
last one of the first.

Of course I know you are a viry vikid girl to go in the dreemplace and
at that time of the draym and it was a very wrong thing to do, even
under the dark flush of night, dare all grand-passia!

Fenny poor hex she must have charred. I want to see you looking fine
for me. No such race.

I certainly know. You know bigtree are all against gravstone. Bynight
as useful as a vomit to a shorn man. And quite as patenly there is a
hole in the ballet trough which the rest fell out.

I could lead you there and I still by you in bed. So he sought with
the lobestir claw of his propencil the clue of the wickser in his ear.

8 Yes, there, Tad, thanks, give, from, tathair, look at that now.

Oh! See the snake wurrums everyside! But the horn, the drinking, the
day of dread are not now. Seven times thereto we salute you!

When the messanger of the risen sun, (see other oriel) shall give to
every seeable a hue and to every hearable a cry and to each spectacle
his spot and to each happening her houram. You will never have post in
your pocket unless you have brasse on your plate.

One feared for his days. He walked by North Strand with his
Thom’s towel in hand. And no doubt he was fit to be dried for
why had he not been having the juice of his times?

Throwing all the neiss little whores in the world at him! Just to see
would we hear how Jove and the peers talk. My sights are swimming
thicker on me by the sha-dows to this place. It was so said of him
about of his old fontmouther. To please me, treasure. He had not the
declaination, as what with the foos as whet with the fays, but so far
as hanging a goobes on the precedings, wherethen the lag allows, it
mights be anything after darks. Yet be there some who mourn him,
concluding him dead, and more there be that wait astand. The childher
are still fast. When old the wormd was a gadden and Anthea first
unfoiled her limbs wanderloot was the way the wood wagged where opter
and apter were samuraised twimbs. So they fished in the kettle and
fought free and if she bit his tailibout all hat tiffin for thea.

Or what — ever it was they threed to make out he thried to two in
the Fiendish park. I gave you of the tree. I knew some-thing would
happen. Even if you are the kooper of the winkel over measure never
lost a licence. Ever hear of that foxy, that lupo and that monkax and
the virgin heir of the Morrisons, eh, blethering ape? First he s s st
steppes. I can see him in the fishnoo! Put off the old man at the very
font and get right on with the nutty sparker round the back. And a
hungried thousand of the unemancipated slaved the way. So then she
started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back again at Jarl
van Hoother’s in a brace of samers and the jiminy with her in
her pinafrond, lace at night, at another time. From the safe side of
distance! The rose is white in the darik!

M.D. made his ante mortem for him. He is General Jinglesome. And his
eyelids are painted. Luckily there is another cant to the questy. A
gaspel truce leaks out over the caeseine coatings. Its segnet yores,
the strake of a hin. In the name of Anem this carl on the kopje in
pelted thongs a parth a lone who the joebiggar be he?

Such askors and their ruperts they are putting in for more osghirs is
alse false liarnels. Gob and he found it on her right enough! Well, I
never now heard the like of that! Be good enough to symper-ise. It is
in your orangery, I take it, you have your letters. I suspected she
was!



Caution!


That host that hast one on the hoose when backturns when he facefronts
none none in the house his geust has guest.

A most adventuring trot is her and she vicking well knowed them all
heartswise and fourwords.Woldomar with Vasa, peel your peeps!

How she was handsome, the wild Amazia, when she would seize to my
other breast! Post-martem is the goods.

For a burning would is come to dance inane. Not by ever such a lot.

Who are you? A mot for amot. But this is no laughing matter. I always
know by your brights and shades. What the meurther did she mague? The
four of them and thank court now there were no more of them. Pat is
the man for thy. With the Byrns which is far better and eve for ever
your idle be. You have snakked mid a fish.

Verily!

You are trem-blotting, you retchad, like a verry jerry! You butt he
could anytom. We see that wonder in your eye. I could lead you there
and I still by you in bed.

I will write down all your names in my gold pen and ink.

Bidding me do this and that and the other. What about it? says I. I
will confess to his sins and blush me further. Meanings: Andure the
enjurious till imbetther rer. I wonder now, without releasing seeklets
of the alcove, turturs or raabraabs, have I heard mention of whose
name anywhere? And did you like the landskip from Lambay? The bane of
Tut is on it.

Futtfishy the First. And we are not trespassing on his corns either.
So they fished in the kettle and fought free and if she bit his
tailibout all hat tiffin for thea.

Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering
are there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the
facts, is there also at the same time, only a little to the rere? They
are to come of twinning age so soon as they may be born to be eldering
like those olders while they are living under chairs. 1 Sweet —
some auburn, cometh up as a selfreizing flower, that fragolance of the
fraisey beds: the phoenix, his pyre, is still flaming away with
trueprat-tight spirit: the wren his nest is niedelig as the turrises
of the sabines are televisible. The alum that winters on his top is
the stale of the staun that will soar when he stambles till that hag
of the coombe rapes the pad off his lock.

It tellyhows its story to their six of hearts, a twelve-eyed man; for
whom has madjestky who since is dyed drown reign before the izba.
Because, graced be Gad and all giddy gadgets, in whose words were the
beginnings, there are two signs to tum to, the yest and the ist, the
wright side and the wronged side, feeling aslip and wauking up, so an,
so farth.

As he set off with his father’s sword, his lancia spezzata, he
was girded on, and with that between his legs and his tarkeels, our
once in only Bragspear, he clanked, to my clinking, from veetoes to
threetop, every inch of an immortal. Or while waiting for winter to
fire the enchantement, decoying more nesters to fall down the flue.
Otherwised, holding their noises, they insinuate quiet private, Ni, he
make peace in his preaches and play with esteem.

The Twofold Truth and the Conjunctive Appetites of Oppositional
Orexes. With is the winker for the muckwits of willesly and nith is
the nod for the umproar napollyon and hitheris poorblond piebold
hoerse. For the sake of the farbung and of the scent and of the
holiodrops. Suffering law the dring. And as you was caldin your dutchy
hovel. And whatever one did they said, the fourlings, that on no
acounts you were not to. I want to get it frisk from the soorce. They
were the big four, the four maaster waves of Erin, all listening,
four.

The seeker from the swayed, the beesabouties from the parent swarm.
Would one but to do apart a lilybit her virginelles and, so, to
breath, so, therebetween, behold, she had instantt with her handmade
as to graps the myth inmid the air. This is the dooforhim seeboy blow
the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the
tail on the back of his big wide harse. And here now they are, the
fear of um.

I guess to have seen somekid like him in the story book, guess I met
some-where somelam to whom he will be becoming liker. Evidentament he
has failed as tiercely as the deuce before for she is wearing none of
the three.



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With such a tooth he seemed to love his wee tart when abuy. For we, we
have taken our sheet upon her stones where we have hanged our hearts
in her trees; and we list, as she bibs us, by the waters of babalong.
We shall perhaps not so soon see. And it was thus he was at every
time, that son, and the other time, the day was in it and after the
morrow Diremood is the name is on the writing chap of the psalter, the
juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he passing out of one desire into its
fellow. Every third man has a chink in his conscience and every other
woman has a jape in her mind. For poor Glugger was dazed and late in
his crave, ay he, laid in his grave.

Or could above bring under same notice for it to be able to be seen.
They are numerable. The four of them and thank court now there were no
more of them.

Which in the ambit of its orbit heaved a sink her sailer alongside of
a drink her drainer from the basses brothers, those two theygottheres.

Now eats the vintner over these contents oft with his sad slow munch
for backonham. You are not going to not.

Some day I may tell of his second storey.

A man and his bride embraced between them. You will say it is most
unenglish and I shall hope to hear that you will not be wrong about
it.

O, you mean the strangle for love and the sowiveall of the prettiest?
To such a suggestion the one selfrespecting answer is to affirm that
there are certain statements which ought not to be, and one should
like to hope to be able to add, ought not to be allowed to be made.

Finn no more! Well, you know, when the old cheb went futt and did what
you know.

The echo is where in the back of the wodes; callhim forth! As is note
worthies to shock his hind!Hop lala!Some — time towerable!

We seem to us (the real Us!) to be reading our Amenti in the sixth
sealed chapter of the going forth by black. This one once upon awhile
was the other but this is the other one nighadays.

Are you not gone ahome?Only but she is a little width wider got. You
certainly make the most royal of noises.

For he devoused the lelias on the fined and he conforted samp, tramp
and marchint out of the drumbume of a narse.

He is seeking an opening and means to be first with me as his belle
alliance. With all his cannoball wappents.

Vanity flee and Verity fear! And the good brother feels he would need
to defecate you. I can tell from here by their eau de Colo and the
scent of her oder they’re Mrs Magrath’s. And you ought
to have aird them.

And for landlord, noting, nodding, a coast to moor was cause to mear.

And the good brother feels he would need to defecate you.

For a haunting way will go and you need not make your mow.

When a part so ptee does duty for the holos we soon grow to use of an
allforabit. And dong wonged Magongty till the bombtomb of the warr,
thrusshed in his whole soort of cloose. Gob and he found it on her
right enough!

But, of course, he could call himself Tem, too, if he had time to?

Even if you are the kooper of the winkel over measure never lost a
licence. I have abwaited me in a water of Elin and I have placed my
reeds intectis before the Registower of the perception of tribute in
the hall of the city of Analbe. Easy, my dear, if they tingle you
either say nothing or nod. A shoe on a puir old wobban.
There’s a split in the infinitive from to have to have been to
will be.

Shem was a sham and a low sham and his lowness creeped out first via
foodstuffs. It is a pinch of scribble, not wortha bottle of cabbis.

The two princes of the tower royal, daulphin and deevlin, to lie how
they are without to see.

Though not yet had the sailor sipped that sup nor the humphar foamed
to the fill.



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They are at the turn of the fourth of the hurdles. The cast was thus:
see under the clock. 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). Lad-o’-me-soul, see!) and the wordchary is atvoiced
ringsoundinly by their toots ensembled, though not meaning to be
clever, but just with a shrug of their hips to go to troy and harff a
freak at himself by all that story to the ulstramarines. Yet on
holding the verso against a lit rush this new book of Morses responded
most remarkably to the silent query of our world’s oldest
light and its recto let out the piquant fact that it was but pierced
butnot punctured (in the university sense of the term) by numerous
stabs and foliated gashes made by a pronged instrument. She tole the
tail or her toon.

I may have no mind to lamagnage the forte bits like the pianage but
you can’t cadge me off the key. But all that’s left to
the last of the Meaghers in the loup of the years prefixed and between
is one kneebuckle and two hooks in the front. He wished to grieve on
the good persons, that is the four gentlemen. We may come, touch and
go, from atoms and ifs but we’re presurely destined to be
odd’s without ends. In kingdome gone or power to come or
gloria be to them farther? By her freewritten Hopely for ear that
annalykeses if scares for eye that sumns.

But the horn, the drinking, the day of dread are not now. The cranic
head on him, caster of his reasons, peer yu-thner in yondmist.

The law does not aloud you to shout.

But it will pawn up a fine head of porter when it is finished.

Please say me how sing you them. He wollops his mouther with a sword
of tusk in as because that he confesses how opten he used be obening
her howonton he used be undering her. There were fires on every bald
hill in holy Ireland that night. And he pured him beheild of the
ouishguss, mingling a sign of the cruisk.

You will need all the elements in the river to clean you over it all
and a fortifine popespriestpower bull of attender to booth. And we are
not trespassing on his corns either. Flowey and Mount on the brink of
time makes wishes and fears for a happy isthmass. She had to kick a
laugh. Keep cool faith in the firm, have warm hoep in the house and
begin frem athome to be chary of charity. This is not the end of this
by no manners means.

Much as your own is. Of a noarch and a chopwife; of a pomme full grave
and a fammy of levity; or of golden youths that wanted gelding; or of
what the mischievmiss made a man do.

Three cheers and a heva heva for the name Dan Magraw! — The giant
sun is in his emanence but which is chief of those white dwarfees of
which he ever is surabanded?

As a strow will shaw she does the wind blague, recting to show the
rudess of a robur curling and shewing the fansaties of a frizette. And
it was entirely theck latter to blame. Some portion of that answer
appears to have been token by you from the writings of Saint Synodius,
that first liar. This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the
half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail on the back of
his big wide harse.

You must proach near mear for at is dark. The war is in words and the
wood is the world.

Keep cool faith in the firm, have warm hoep in the house and begin
frem athome to be chary of charity. Wide hiss, we’re wizen 1
All his teeths back to the front, then the moon and then the moon with
a hole behind it. For we, we have taken our sheet upon her stones
where we have hanged our hearts in her trees; and we list, as she bibs
us, by the waters of babalong. Then the court to come in to full
morning. Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine
clothiering are there all the time or that the feminine fiction,
stranger than the facts, is there also at the same time, only a little
to the rere? If you only were there to explain the meaning, best of
men, and talk to her nice of guldenselver.

He ought to blush for himself, the old hayheaded philosopher, For to
go and shove himself that way on top of her. His hungry will be done!
But at milkidmass who was the spouse?

What displaced Tob, Dilke and Halley, not been greatly in love with
the game.

That keen dean with his veen nonsolance!

Let us be holy and evil and let her be peace on the bough. He has
lately commited one of the then commandments but she will now assist.

She sid herself she hardly knows whuon the annals her graveller was, a
dynast of Leinster, a wolf of the sea, or what he did or how blyth she
played or how, when, why, where and who offon he jumpnad her and how
it was gave her away.

I am still always having a wish on all my extremities.

You are pure.

It will be a thousand’s a won paddies. I mean bawnee Madge
Ellis and brownie Mag Dillon).

You remember Essie in our Luna’s Convent?I sniffed that lad
long before anyone. He repeat of him as pious alios cos he ast for
shave and haircut people said he’d shape of hegoat where he
just was sheep of herrgott with his tile togged. On consideration for
the musickers he ought to have down it. The rare view from the three
Benns under the bald heaven is on the other end, askan your blixom on
dimmen and blastun, something to right hume about.

Hesitency was clearly to be evitated. If you were bowed and soild and
letdown itself from the oner of the load it was that paddyplanters
might pack up plenty and when you were undone in every point fore the
laps of goddesses you showed our labourlasses how to free was easy.

So may the priest of seven worms and scalding tayboil, Papa Vestray,
come never anear you as your hair grows wheater beside the Liffey
that’s in Heaven! And it was thus he was at every time, that
son, and the other time, the day was in it and after the morrow
Diremood is the name is on the writing chap of the psalter, the
juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he passing out of one desire into its
fellow.

All’s so herou from us him in a kitchernott darkness, by
hasard and worn rolls arered, we must grope on till Zerogh hour like
pou owl giaours as we are would we salve aught of moments for our
aysore today. There is nothing like leuther. On consideration for the
musickers he ought to have down it.

As puck as that Paddeus picked the pun and left the lollies off the
foiled. Very nace indeed!

Bismillafoulties. I had four in the morning and a couple of the lunch
and three later on, but your saouls to the dhaoul, do ye.

You can ask your ass if he believes it.

Let us be holy and evil and let her be peace on the bough. Do you tell
me. that now?

Never stop!

Do you not must want to go somewhere on the present?

Secret things other persons place there covered not.

Two dreamyums in one dromium?

Here are notes.

He has kissed me more than once, I am sorry to say and if I did commit
gladrolleries may the loone forgive it!

He beached the bark of his tale; and set to husband and vine: and the
harpermaster told all the living conservancy, know Meschiameschianah,
how that win a gain was in again. As we now must close hoping to Saint
Laurans all in the best. You can’t impose on frayshouters like
os. Stay us wherefore in our search for tighteousness, O Sus-tainer,
what time we rise and when we take up to toothmick and before we lump
down upown our leatherbed and in the night and at the fading of the
stars! 2 Neither a soul to be saved nor a body to be kicked.

Her sheik to Slave, his dick to Dave and the fat of the land to
Guygas. What was it he did a tail at all on Animal Sendai?

For the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of
the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from Borneholm has
jest come to crown.

They ramp it a little, a lessle, a lissle.

I am most beholding to him, my namesick, as we sayed it in our
Amharican, through the Doubly Telewisher.

We’re been carried away. He was grey at three, like sygnus the
swan, when he made his boo to the public and barnacled up to the eyes
when he repented after seven.

I should shee!

And the hunk in his trunk it would be an insalt foul the matter of
that cellaring to a pigstrough. I have been lost, angel. The eirest
race, the ourest nation, the airest place that erestationed. Well, I
never now heard the like of that!

Your words grates on my ares. And so it all ended. I have been told I
own stolemines or something of that sorth in the sooth of Spainien.

First she let her hair fal and down it flussed to her feet its teviots
winding coils. And fare with me to share with me.

Mai maintenante elle est venuse. I amstel waiting. So long as the
lucksmith.Whoat is the mutter with you?

This is Canon Futter with the popynose. By hearing his thing about a
person one begins to place him for a certain in true. I fain would be
solo.

Even if you are the kooper of the winkel over measure never lost a
licence. He is seeking an opening and means to be first with me as his
belle alliance.

The good fother with the twingling in his eye will always have cakes
in his pocket to bethroat us with for our allmichael good.



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The mystery repeats itself todate as our callback mother Gaudyanna,
that was daughter to a tanner,5 used to sing, as I think, now and then
consinuously over her possetpot in her quer 1 Ex jup pep off Carpenger
Strate. She must have been a gadabount in her day, so she must, more
than most.

My heaviest crux and dairy lot it is, with a bed as hard as the
thinkamuddles of the Greeks and a board as bare as a Roman altar.

For the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of
the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from Borneholm has
jest come to crown. It was long after once there was a lealand in the
luffing ore it was less after lives thor a toyler in the tawn at all
ohr it was note before he drew out the moddle of Kersse by jerkin his
dressing but and or it was not before athwartships he buttonhaled the
Norweeger’s capstan. It has been blurtingly bruited by certain
wisecrackers (the stinks of Mohorat are in the nightplots of the
morning), that he suffered from a vile disease.

This is the three lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch.
Thy thingdome is given to the Meades and Porsons. This is the bullet
that byng the flag of the Prooshious. This is the Willingdone on his
same white harse, the Cokenhape. He was grey at three, like sygnus the
swan, when he made his boo to the public and barnacled up to the eyes
when he repented after seven.

Here we moult in Moy Kain and flop on the seemy side, living sure of
hardly a doorstep for a stop gap, with Whogoes-there and a live
sandbag round the corner. We have sued thee but late.

Fond of a concertina and pairs passing when she’s had her
forty winks for supper after kanekannan and abbely dimpling and is in
her merlin chair assotted, reading her Evening World.

Easy, my dear, if they tingle you either say nothing or nod. He wished
to grieve on the good persons, that is the four gentlemen.

I could have stayed up there for always only.

What was it he did a tail at all on Animal Sendai?

This is the bullet that byng the flag of the Prooshious. That host
that hast one on the hoose when backturns when he facefronts none none
in the house his geust has guest.

The foe things your niggerhead needs to be fitten for the Big Water.
Does they ought to buy the papelboy when he footles up their suit? May
you never see me in my birthday pelts seenso tutu and that her
blanches mainges may rot leprous off her whatever winking maggis
I’ll bet by your cut you go fleurting after with all the glass
on her and the jumps in her stomewhere!

I meyne now, thank all, the four of them, and the roar of them, that
draves that stray in the mist and old Johnny MacDougal along with
them.

From the last finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first
one on the last one of the first. He banged the scoop and she bagged
the sugar while the whole pub’s pobbel done a stare. What age
is at? What age is at? Declare to ashes and teste his metch!

Put from your mind that and take on trust this.

Yet may we not see still the brontoichthyan form outlined a-slumbered,
even in our own nighttime by the sedge of the trout — ling stream
that Bronto loved and Brunto has a lean on. Be as young as your
grandmother! Around the bloombiered, booty with the bedst.Your feet
are in the cloister of Virgo. As one generation tells another.

O, dear me, that was very nesse!

Yasha Yash ate sassage and mash.

Does he drink because I am sorely there shall be no more Kates and
Nells.

The four of them and thank court now there were no more of them.

The four of them and thank court now there were no more of them.

I am hather of the missed.

It is all so often and still the same to me. Whoses wishes is the
farther to my thoughts.

They are at the turn of the fourth of the hurdles.

The four of them and thank court now there were no more of them.

She’d bate the hen that crowed on the turrace of Babbel. He
was the care-lessest man I ever see but he sure had the most sand. I
tossed that one long before anyone. Baptiste me, father, for she has
sinned! As Rigagnolina to Mountagnone, what she meaned he could not
can.

Their inter-locative is conprovocative just as every hazzy hates to
having a hazbane in her noze. That he was when he was not eluding from
the whole of the woman. When the messanger of the risen sun, (see
other oriel) shall give to every seeable a hue and to every hearable a
cry and to each spectacle his spot and to each happening her houram.
My rillies were liebeneaus, my aftscents embre. This is the dooforhim
seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the
top of the tail on the back of his big wide harse.Your parn!

Trip over sacramental tea into the long lives of our saints and
saucerdotes, with vignettes, cut short into instructual primers by
those in authority for the bittermint of your soughts.

Oh! I am hather of the missed. And a little mollvogels. They will be
lichening for allof. As royt as the mail and as fat as a fuddle! If
you see him it took place there.

Sure, treasures, a letterman does be often thought reading ye between
lines that do have no sense at all. By decree absolute.

And thanks ever so many for the ten and the one with nothing at all
on. I will not and you’re an — other!

The river felt she wanted salt.

Or that one may be separated from the other?

I seen your missus in the hall. The thundering legion has stormed
Olymp that it end. I have been lost, angel.

Which in the ambit of its orbit heaved a sink her sailer alongside of
a drink her drainer from the basses brothers, those two theygottheres.

With tears for his coronaichon, such as engines weep. When parties get
tight for each other they lose all respect together.

And this, pardonsky! is the way Romeopullupalleaps.1 Pose the pen,
man, way me does.

Again there was a hope that people, looking on him with the contemp of
the contempibles, after first gaving him a roll in the dirt, might
pity and forgive him, if properly deloused, but the pleb was born a
Quicklow and sank alowing till he stank out of sight.

The why or whether she looked alottylike like ussies and whether he
had his wimdop like themses shut? The rare view from the three Benns
under the bald heaven is on the other end, askan your blixom on dimmen
and blastun, something to right hume about. I have been told I own
stolemines or something of that sorth in the sooth of Spainien. I,
says Deansgrange, and say nothing. We are advised the waxy is at the
present in the Sweeps hospital and that he may never come out! The
piece was this: look at the lamps.

He caun ne’er be bothered but maun e’er be waked. And
let him rest, thou wayfarre, and take no gravespoil from him! That was
what stuck to the Comtesse Cantilene while she was sticking out Mavis
Toffeelips to feed her soprannated huspals, and it is henceforth
associated with her names. So and so, toe by toe, to and fro they go
round, for they are the ingelles, scattering nods as girls who may,
for they are an angel’s garland. He made the sign on the
feaster.

Of their fear they broke, they ate wind, they fled; where they ate
there they fled; of their fear they fled, they broke away. The thing
pleased him andt, and andt, He larved ond he larved on he merd such a
nauses The Gracehoper feared he would mixplace his fauces. The rye is
well for whose amind but the wheateny one is proper lovely.
We’ll sit down on the hope of the ghouly ghost for the
titheman troubleth but his hantitat hies not here.

While the loaves are aflowering and the nachtingale jugs. Who in his
heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering are there
all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the facts, is
there also at the same time, only a little to the rere? First for a
change of a seven days license he wandered out of his farmer’s
health and so lost his early parishlife.



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As puck as that Paddeus picked the pun and left the lollies off the
foiled. The thing pleased him andt, and andt, He larved ond he larved
on he merd such a nauses The Gracehoper feared he would mixplace his
fauces. As he was rising my lather. And it was thus he was at every
time, that son, and the other time, the day was in it and after the
morrow Diremood is the name is on the writing chap of the psalter, the
juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he passing out of one desire into its
fellow.

This is the flag of the Prooshi — ous, the Cap and Soracer. And
aye far he fared from Afferik Arena and yea near he night till
Blawland Bearring, baken be the brazen sun, buttered be the snows.
Manhead very dirty by am anoyato. It may be, we moest ons hasten
selves te declareer it, that he reglimmed? presaw? the fields of heat
and yields of wheat where corngold Ysit? shamed and shone.

And he ceased, tung and trit, and it was neversoever so dusk of both
of them. 5 They were plumped and plumed and jerried and citizens and
racers, and cinnamondhued. God’s drought, he sayd, after a few
daze, thinking of all those bliakings, how leif pauses! It is very
good for the health of a morning. The rollcky road adondering.

She plaited it. I hardly knew ye. Here one might a fin fell. She must
have been a gadabount in her day, so she must, more than most. Hear,
Hairy ones!

It reminds you of the outwashed engravure that we used to be blurring
on the blotchwall of his innkempt house.

You cannot make a limousine lady out of a hillman minx. It is very
good for the health of a morning. Hear more to those voices!

You will say it is most unenglish and I shall hope to hear that you
will not be wrong about it.

I certainly know.

And all his morties calisenic, tripping a trepas, neniatwantyng: Mulo
Mulelo! What would Ewe do? It should prove more or less of an event
and show the widest federal in my cup.

In spect of her beavers she is a womanly and sacret.

So she said to herself she’d frame a plan to fake a shine, the
mischiefmaker, the like of it you niever heard.

And they pled him beheighten the firing. 3 You daredevil donnelly, I
love your piercing lots of lies and your flashy foreign mail so
here’s my cowrie card, I dalgo, with all my exes, wise and
sad. The four of them and thank court now there were no more of them.

They had heard or had heard said or had heard said written.

Let him have another between the spindlers!

That it was wildfires night on all the bettygallaghers.

They pretend to helf while they simply shauted at him sauce to make
hims prich.

Or what — ever it was they threed to make out he thried to two in
the Fiendish park.

Of their fear they broke, they ate wind, they fled; where they ate
there they fled; of their fear they fled, they broke away.

With a ring ding dong, they raise clasped hands and advance more steps
to retire to the saum. He was grey at three, like sygnus the swan,
when he made his boo to the public and barnacled up to the eyes when
he repented after seven. That he exactly could not tell the
worshipfuls but his mother-inwaders had the recipis for the price of
the coffin and that he was there to tell them that herself was the
velocipede that could tell them kitcat. Thus contenters with san-toys
play.

The war is in words and the wood is the world.

Is it not divinely deluscious? There is a wish on them to be not doing
or anything.

I seen him acting surgent what betwinks the scimitar star and the
ashen moon.

You in your stolen mace and anvil, Magnes, and her burrowed in
Berkness cirrchus clouthses.

Oil for meed and toil for feed and a walk with the band for Job Loos.
He wished to grieve on the good persons, that is the four gentlemen.

And why would she halt at all if not by the ward of his mansionhome of
another nice lace for the third charm?

The four of them and thank court now there were no more of them.

No wonder, pipes as kirles, that he sthings like a rheinbok. Your
delighted lips, love, be careful!

Radouga, Rab will ye na pick them in their pink of panties.

Now, are you derevatov of it yourself in any way?

And there were left now an only elmtree and but a stone.

Night! Impovernment of the booble by the bauble for the bubble. The
oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay.

Me wish it was he!

But I told him make your will be done and go to a general and
I’d pray confessions for him. The Fin had a flux and his Ebba
a ride.

Both barmhearts shall become yeastcake by their brackfest.

But a king of whistlers.

No mum has the rod to pud a stub to the lurch of amotion.

Guiltless of much laid to him he was clearly for once at least he
clearly expressed himself as being with still a trace of his erstwhile
burr sod hence it has been received of us that it is true.

Bussing was before the blood and bissing will behind the curtain.

I know he well. The man thut won the bettlle of the bawll.

Now a dash to her dot! I think I begin to divine so much. Steady,
sullivans! And such reasonable weather too! He made the sign on the
feaster.

With a ring ding dong, they raise clasped hands and advance more steps
to retire to the saum.

If you please, commeylad! I know right well what you mean.

Telmetale of stem or stone. If you want to be felixed come and be
parked. And from the poignt of fun where I am crying to arrive you at
they are on allfore as foibleminded as you can feel they are
fablebodied.

For the sake of the farbung and of the scent and of the holiodrops.
One would say him to hold whole a litteringture of kidlings under his
aproham. But lay it easy, gentle mien, we are in rearing of a
norewhig. : and so, to mark a bank taal she arter, the obedience of
the citizens elp the ealth of the ole.

But I’m as pie as is possible.

The Mookse had a sound eyes right but he could not all hear.

We are not corknered yet, dead hand!

And still here is noctules and can tell things acommon on by that
fluffy feeling. And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and
the other time, the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the
name is on the writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a
dearmate and he passing out of one desire into its fellow.

While the bucks bite his dos his hart bides the ros till the bounds of
his bays bell the warning.

I want to see you looking fine for me. I mean about what you know.

Were you there when they lagged um through the coombe? — Wo wo!

Not by ever such a lot. Never christen medlard apples till a swithin
is in sight.

How did he bank it up, swank it up, the whaler in the punt, a guinea
by a groat, his index on the balance and such wealth into the bargain,
with the boguey which he snatched in the baggage coach ahead? A
hoodenwinkle gave the signal and a blessing paper freed the flood.

Elders fall for green almonds when they’re raised on bruised
stone root ginger though it winters on their heads as if auctumned
round their waistbands. Out of my name you call me, Leelander.

For it’s race pound race the hosties rear all roads to ruin
and layers by lifetimes laid down riches from poormen. That he leaves
nyet is my grafe.

A terricolous vively-onview this; queer and it continues to be quaky.

The Mookse had a sound eyes right but he could not all hear. I and we
(tender condolences for happy funeral, one if) so sorry to (mention
person suppressed for the moment, F.M.). And it was not a long time
till he was feeling true forim he was goodda purssia and it was short
after that he was fooling mehaunt to mehynte he was an injine ruber.
Become a bitskin more wiseable, as if I were you. That we were treated
not very grand when the police and everybody is all bowing to us when
we go out in all directions on Wanterlond Road with my cubarola glide?



Caution!


Which assoars us from the murk of the mythe-lated in the
barrabelowther, bedevere butlered table round, past
Morningtop’s necessity and Harington’s invention, to
the clarience of the childlight in the studiorium upsturts. Go thou
this island, one housesleep there, then go thou other island, two
housesleep there, then catch one nightmaze, then home to dearies.
Positively it woolies one to think over it. As the last liar in the
earth begeylywayled the first lady of the forest.

How she was brightened when Should-rups in his glaubering hochskied
his welkinstuck and how she was overclused when Kneesknobs on his
zwivvel was makeacting such a paulse of himshelp! They arise from a
clear springwell in the near of our park which makes the daft to hear
all blend. The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin
her hair and the Willingdone git the band up. The elm that whimpers at
the top told the stone that moans when stricken.

O, dear me, that was very nesse! They are tales all tolled. And this
labour’s worthy of my higher. We see that wonder in your eye.

Renove that bible. I mean Mettenchough. It was merely my barely till
their oh offs.

(Correspondents, by the way, will keep on asking me what is the
correct garnish to serve drisheens with.

As he was queering his shoolthers.

In the beginning was the gest he jousstly says, for the end is with
woman, flesh-without-word, while the man to be is in a worse case
after than before since she on the supine satisfies the verg to him!
By the smell of her kelp they made the pigeonhouse. You gave me a boot
(signs on it!) and I ate the wind. I know how racy they move his
wheel. You will never have post in your pocket unless you have brasse
on your plate.

Want I put myself in their kirtlies I were ayearn to leap with them
and show me too bisextine. Yep, we open hap coseries in the home.

But look what you have in your handself!

You got to make good that breachsuit, seamer.

Fas est dass and foe err you.

I wisht I had better glances to peer to you through this
bay-light’s growing.

That saps a chap. I don’t follow you that far in your
otherwise accurate account.

I have heard her voice some-where else’s before me in these
ears still that now are for mine.

I thought you were all glittering with the noblest of carriage. It
must have stole.

For ’tis they are the stormies. They are tales all tolled.

The only man was ever known could eat the crushts of lobsters. Not a
grasshoop to ring her, not an antsgrain of ore.

Oho, oho, Mester Begge, you’re about to be bagged in the bog
again.

Yes, faith, I am as mew let freer, beneath me corthage, bound. Nor
have I the ghuest of innation on me the way to.

Never divorce in the bedding the glove that will give you away. Shaun
replied, while he was fondling one of his cowheel cuffs.

: and so, to mark a bank taal she arter, the obedience of the citizens
elp the ealth of the ole. The Blackfriars treacle plaster outrage be
liddled!

Then he caught the europicolas and went into the society of jewses.
They had heard or had heard said or had heard said written.

By the fearse wave behoughted. And thanks ever so many for the ten and
the one with nothing at all on.

And Gemellus then said to Camellus: Yes, your brother? You are in your
puerity. And I’ll be there when who knows where with the
objects of which I’ll knowor forget.

The two princes of the tower royal, daulphin and deevlin, to lie how
they are without to see. And we were his for a lifetime.

Laughing over the linnuts and weeping off the uniun. Now listed to one
aneither and liss them down and smoothen out your leaves of rose. I
guess to have seen somekid like him in the story book, guess I met
some-where somelam to whom he will be becoming liker.

3 And Kev was wreathed with his pother. That inharmonious detail, did
you name it? And the cut of him! Send us and peace! He had been
belching for severn years. That host that hast one on the hoose when
backturns when he facefronts none none in the house his geust has
guest.

If I am laughing with you?

I should shee! In the orchard of the bones. Grandfarthring nap and
Messamisery and the knave of all knaves and the joker. For the people
of the shed are the sure ads of all quorum. If a mahun of the horse
but hard me! Now have thy children entered into their habitations.

Me seemeth a dragon man.

O, dear me, that was very nesse! They had heard or had heard said or
had heard said written. Not a spot of my hide but you’d love
to seek and scanagain! Not in the very least. No honaryhuest on our
sposhialiste. We are advised the waxy is at the present in the Sweeps
hospital and that he may never come out! Not by ever such a lot. She
he she ho she ha to la. You gave me a boot (signs on it!) and I ate
the wind.

And we were his for a lifetime. The has goning at gone, the is coming
to come. And whase hitched to the hop in his tayle?

There end no moe red devil in the white of his eye.

To bring out the tang of the tay. When ex what is ungiven. Put off the
old man at the very font and get right on with the nutty sparker round
the back.

Every third man has a chink in his conscience and every other woman
has a jape in her mind. He finges to be cutting up with a pair of
sissers and to be buy-tings of their maidens and spitting their heads
into their facepails. As hollyday in his house so was he priest and
king to that: ulvy came, envy saw, ivy conquered. And he grew back
into his grossery baseness: and for all his grand remonstrance: and
there you are. But only the ruining of the rain has heard. For the joy
of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of the foam of
the waves of the seas of the wild main from Borneholm has jest come to
crown.

And greater grown then in the trifle of her days, a mouse, a mere
tittle, trots offwith the whole panoromacron picture. The two
childspies waapreesing him auza de Vologue but the renting of his rock
was from the three wicked Vuncouverers Forests bent down awhits,
arthou sure? This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half
of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail on the back of his
big wide harse. All that is still life with death inyeborn, all
verbumsaps yet bound to be, to do and to suffer, every creature,
everywhere, if you please, kindly feel for her! Till he wot not wot to
begin he should.

Fit Dunlop and Be Satisfied. Put off the old man at the very font and
get right on with the nutty sparker round the back. And they sodhe
gudhe rudhe brodhe wedhe swedhe medhe in the kanddledrum. I shall come
back for a little more say farther on.)

She sid herself she hardly knows whuon the annals her graveller was, a
dynast of Leinster, a wolf of the sea, or what he did or how blyth she
played or how, when, why, where and who offon he jumpnad her and how
it was gave her away.



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I tossed that one long before anyone. How he hised his bungle oar his
shourter and cut the pinter offhis pourer and lay off for Fellagulphia
in the farning. Clontarf, one love, one fear. How he hised his bungle
oar his shourter and cut the pinter offhis pourer and lay off for
Fellagulphia in the farning. Of Burymeleg and Bindme-rollingeyes and
all the deed in the woe.

Still he’d be good tutor two in his big armschair lerningstoel
and she be waxen in his hands. Did speece permit the bad example of
setting before the military to the best of our belief in the earliest
wish of the one in mind was the mitigation of the king’s
evils.

Your delighted lips, love, be careful!

Read next answer).

You were dreamend, dear.

You are mad! I will shally.

They answer from their Zoans; Hear the four of them! Letter purfect!
How hominous his house, haunt it?

It is a name to call to him Umsturdum Vonn!

As if your tinger winged ting to me hear.

We see that wonder in your eye.

I want to see you looking fine for me. And hvis now is for you. I will
not break the seal.

And these ways wend they.

How do you do, todo, North Mister?

He has lost.

By the queer quick twist of her mobcap and the lift of her shift at
random and the rate of her gate of going the pace, two thinks at a
time, her country I’m proud of.

Wallop it well with your battle and clean it. At Island Bridge she met
her tide.

Oh me none onsens! But all is her-inbourne. Let us leave theories
there and return to here’s here.

They came from all lands beyond the wave for songs of Inishfeel.

Or somebalt thet sailder, the man me-gallant, with the bangled ears.

Three creamings a day, the first during her shower and wipe off with
tissue. So pass the push for port sake. Do not you waken him!

My leaves have drifted from me.

The bark is still there but the molars are gone. He prophets most who
bilks the best.

Or while waiting for winter to fire the enchantement, decoying more
nesters to fall down the flue.

They ramp it a little, a lessle, a lissle.

No mum has the rod to pud a stub to the lurch of amotion. It is most
ernst terooly a moresome intartenment.

No dung on the road?And shall Nohomiah be our place like?

The primace of the Gaulls, pro-tonotorious, I yam as I yam,
mitrogenerand in the free state on the air, is now aboil to blow a
Gael warning. The time of lying together will come and the wildering
of the nicht till cockeedoodle aubens Aurore. If you were bowed and
soild and letdown itself from the oner of the load it was that
paddyplanters might pack up plenty and when you were undone in every
point fore the laps of goddesses you showed our labourlasses how to
free was easy.

While the bucks bite his dos his hart bides the ros till the bounds of
his bays bell the warning. They know how they believe that they
believe that they know. Thus the hearsomeness of the burger
felicitates the whole of the polis.

5 To be slipped on, to be slept by, to be conned to, to be kept up.
Sometimes he would keep silent for a few minutes as if in prayer and
clasp his forehead and during the time he would be thinking to himself
and he would not mind anybody who would be talking to him or crying
stinking fish.

You would think him Alddaublin staking his lordsure like a gourd on
puncheon. You’re a bit on the sharp side.

4 Heavenly twinges, if it’s one of his I’ll fearly
feint as swoon as he enter-rooms. I am offering this to Signorina
Cuticura and I intend to take it up and bring it under the nosetice of
Herr Harlene by way of diverting his attentions.

And another time please confine your glaring intinuations to some
other mordant body.

For I sport a whatyoumacormack in the latcher part of my throughers.

And not a mag out of Hum no more than out of the mangle weight.
Because, graced be Gad and all giddy gadgets, in whose words were the
beginnings, there are two signs to tum to, the yest and the ist, the
wright side and the wronged side, feeling aslip and wauking up, so an,
so farth.

And we are not trespassing on his corns either.

Moral: if you can’t point a lily get to henna out of here!

5 Pomeroy Roche of Portobello, or the Wreck of the Ragamuffin. And
whatever one did they said, the fourlings, that on no acounts you were
not to. Mux your pistany at a point of the coastmap to be called a but
pro-nounced olfa. Sat shin, shillipen? she knew the vice out of
bridewell was a bad fast man by his walk on the spot. What with reins
here and ribbons there all your hands were employed so she never knew
was she on land or at sea or swooped through the blue like
Airwinger’s bride.

This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of
lipoleums off of the top of the tail on the back of his big wide
harse.

I have performed the law in truth for the lord of the law, Taif Alif I
have held out my hand for the holder of my heart in Anna-polis, my
youthrib city. Is she having an ambidual act her-self in apparition
with herself as Consuelas to Sonias may? — Dang! The Mod needs a
rebus. — Pro general continuation and in particular explication
to your singular interrogation our asseveralation.

He askit of the hoothed fireshield but it was untergone into the
matthued heaven. His everpresent toes are always in retaliessian out
throuth his overpast boots.

I seen your missus in the hall. 6 When men want to write a letters.

Perhaps. Sesama to the Rescues. We are advised the waxy is at the
present in the Sweeps hospital and that he may never come out!

So you be either man or mouse and you be neither fish nor flesh.

The durst he did and the first she ever?

She may be a mere marcella, this midget madgetcy, Misthress of Arths.
This is the Hausman all paven and stoned, that cribbed the Cabin that
never was owned that cocked his leg and hennad his Egg.

She’s seeking her way, a chickle a chuckle, in and out of
their serial story, Les Loves of Selskar et Pervenche, freely adapted
to The Novvergin’s Viv. There an alomdree begins to green,
soreen seen for loveseat, as we know that should she, for by
essentience his law, so it make all. Only for that these will not
breathe upon Norronesen or Irenean the secrest of their
soorcelossness. This it is an her. She tole the tail or her toon.

Her boy fiend or theirs, if they are so plurielled, cometh up as a
trapadour, sinking how he must fand for himself by gazework what their
colours wear as they are all showen drawens up.

I cain but are you able? He points the deathbone and the quick are
still.

They would lick their lenses before they would negatise a jom petter
from kis sodalites. As a strow will shaw she does the wind blague,
recting to show the rudess of a robur curling and shewing the
fansaties of a frizette. 2 Gamester Damester in the road to Rouen, he
grows more like his deed every die.

O indeed and we ware!

Always raving how we had the wrinkles of a snailcharmer and the slits
and sniffers of a fellow that fell foul of the county de Loona and the
meattrap of the first vegetarian. He wished to grieve on the good
persons, that is the four gentlemen.

Still onappealed to by the cycles and unappalled by the recoursers we
feel all serene, never you fret, as regards our dutyful cask.

Under the name of Orani he may have been the utility man of the troupe
capable of sustaining long parts at short notice.

Sure, I used to be always overthere on the fourth day at my
grandmother’s place, Tear-nan-Ogre, my little grey home in the
west, in or about Mayo when the long dog gave tongue and they coursing
the marches and they straining at the leash. If you only were there to
explain the meaning, best of men, and talk to her nice of
guldenselver.

Do you think you can hold on by sitting tight?

O yes! And the prankquean picked a blank and lit out and the valleys
lay twinkling. But why pit the cur afore the noxe? They are at the
turn of the fourth of the hurdles. And no doubt he was fit to be dried
for why had he not been having the juice of his times?

It should prove more or less of an event and show the widest federal
in my cup.

And there were left now an only elmtree and but a stone.

If Y shoulden somewhat, well, I am able to owe it, hearth and chem ney
easy.

What a warm time we were in there but how keling is here the
airabouts!

This is the flag of the Prooshi — ous, the Cap and Soracer. The
cat’s mother. Who can tell their tale whom I filled ad liptum
on the plain of Soulsbury? As the belle to the beau.

Put off the old man at the very font and get right on with the nutty
sparker round the back. For a burning would is come to dance inane.
The trout will be so fine at brookfisht. Moove.

And there was a brannewail that same sabboath night of falling angles
somewhere in Erio. How laat soever her latest still her sawlogs come
up all standing.



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It was long after once there was a lealand in the luffing ore it was
less after lives thor a toyler in the tawn at all ohr it was note
before he drew out the moddle of Kersse by jerkin his dressing but and
or it was not before athwartships he buttonhaled the
Norweeger’s capstan. The sons of bursters won in the games.
Hot and cold and electrickery with attendance and lounge and promenade
free.

Yet had they laughtered, one on other, undo the end and enjoyed their
laughings merry was the times when so grant it High Hila-rion us may
too! How he used to hold his head as high as a howeth, the famous eld
duke alien, with a hump of grandeur on him like a walking wiesel rat.
He was mister-mysterion. This is the glider that gladdened the girl5
that list to the wind that lifted the leaves that folded the fruit
that hung on the tree that grew in the garden Gough gave. To go to
Begge and to be sure to reminder Begge. Let me fore all your hasitancy
cross your qualm with trink gilt.

The column of lumps lends the pattrin of the leaves behind us. Every
third man has a chink in his conscience and every other woman has a
jape in her mind. He banged the scoop and she bagged the sugar while
the whole pub’s pobbel done a stare. Are those their fata
which we read in sibylline between the fas and its nefas? Which in the
ambit of its orbit heaved a sink her sailer alongside of a drink her
drainer from the basses brothers, those two theygottheres.

He sent out Christy Columb and he came back with a jailbird’s
unbespokables in his beak and then he sent out Le Caron Crow and the
peacies are still looking for him. The four of them and thank court
now there were no more of them. When the messanger of the risen sun,
(see other oriel) shall give to every seeable a hue and to every
hearable a cry and to each spectacle his spot and to each happening
her houram. Well, of all the ones ever I heard! For her holden
heirheaps hanging down her back. We have a cop of her fist right
against our nosibos.

No peace at all. Thus we cannot escape our likes and mislikes, exiles
or am-busheers, beggar and neighbour and — this is where the dime
— show advertisers advance the temporal relief plea — let us
be tolerant of antipathies. For the joy of the dew on the flower of
the fleets on the fields of the foam of the waves of the seas of the
wild main from Borneholm has jest come to crown.

He took a round stroll and he took a stroll round and he took a round
strollagain till the grillies in his head and the leivnits in his hair
made him thought he had the Tossmania.

Of their fear they broke, they ate wind, they fled; where they ate
there they fled; of their fear they fled, they broke away. Now by
memory inspired, turn wheel again to the whole of the wall.

The Mookse had a sound eyes right but he could not all hear.

Bidding me do this and that and the other. He is seeking an opening
and means to be first with me as his belle alliance. I have performed
the law in truth for the lord of the law, Taif Alif I have held out my
hand for the holder of my heart in Anna-polis, my youthrib city. I
seen the likes in the twinngling of an aye.

With your brandnew big green belt and all. He’d be our chosen
one in the matter of Brittas more than anarthur. He has had some
indiejestings, poor thing, for quite a little while, confused by his
tonguer of baubble. He was grey at three, like sygnus the swan, when
he made his boo to the public and barnacled up to the eyes when he
repented after seven. What would Ewe do? And this is what he would be
willing.There are sordidly tales within tales, you clearly understand
that?

You will say it is most unenglish and I shall hope to hear that you
will not be wrong about it.

Evidentament he has failed as tiercely as the deuce before for she is
wearing none of the three.

This is the bullet that byng the flag of the Prooshious. And it was
thus he was at every time, that son, and the other time, the day was
in it and after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the writing chap
of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he passing out of
one desire into its fellow.

Ah plikplak wed ma Biddles. I most certainly think so about it. We
shall perhaps not so soon see.

The gist is the gist of Shaum but the hand is the hand of Sameas. The
Fin had a flux and his Ebba a ride. Teaseforhim. He is cured by faith
who is sick of fate.

Outcaste thou are not. Is dads the thing in such or are tits the that?
Here have sylvan coyne, a piece of oak. No, I just thought you were.
And they leap so looply, looply, as they link to light. Shaun himself.

They lived und laughed ant loved end left. That a head in thighs under
a bush at the sunface would bait a serpent to a millrace through the
heather. I have won straight.

Arms arome, side aside, face into the wall. From the last finger on
the second foot of the fourth man to the first one on the last one of
the first.

The four of them and thank court now there were no more of them. And
every crutch had its seven hues. Notes and queries, tipbids and
answers, the laugh and the shout, the ards and downs. But
there’s a great poet in you too.

I tossed that one long before anyone. Juva: By the light of the bright
reason which daysends to us from the high.

Such is Spanish.

Mees is thees knees. But she ruz two feet hire in her aisne
aestumation.

First thou shalt not smile.

Your exagmination round his factification for incam — ination of
a warping process.

I’m very fond of that other of mine. We can’t do
without them.

And me and you have made our. 3 After sound, light and heat, memory,
will and understanding. To me or not to me. Of Burymeleg and
Bindme-rollingeyes and all the deed in the woe. In the name of the
former and of the latter and of their holo-caust. My prince of the
courts who’ll beat me to love! Her would be too moochy afreet.
The good go and the wicked is left over.

2 That is tottinghim in his boots. I can see that, I see you are. But
on what do you again leer? I cannot let it. You can take it from me.

The unmistaken identity of the persons in the Tiberiast du-plex came
to light in the most devious of ways.

Mind your boots goan out.

There are sordidly tales within tales, you clearly understand that?

Nor have I the ghuest of innation on me the way to. By Dad, youd not
heed that fert?

It is a lable iction on the porte of the cuthulic church and summum
most atole for it. To bring all the dannymans out after you on the
hike.



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From the last finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first
one on the last one of the first. But, since you invocate austers for
the trailing of vixens, I would like to send a cormorant around this
blue lagoon. He is seeking an opening and means to be first with me as
his belle alliance. You can ken that they come of a rarely old family
by their costumance and one must togive that one supped of it in all
tonearts from awe to zest. A flink dab for a freck dive and a stern
poise for a swift pounce was frankily at the manual arith sure enough
which was the bekase he knowed from his cradle, no bird better, why
his fingures were giving him whatfor to fife with.

And as your who may look like how on the owther side of his big
belttry your tyrs and cloes your noes and paradigm maymay rererise in
eren. Up tighty in the front, down again on the loose, drim and
drumming on her back and a pop from her whistle.

The thing is he must be put strait on the spot, no mere
waterstichystuff in a selfmade world that you can’t believe a
word he’s written in, not for pie, but one’s only
owned by naturel rejection.

That it was wildfires night on all the bettygallaghers. The jinnies is
a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the
Willingdone git the band up. Busi — ness bred to speak with a
stiff upper lip to all men and most occa — sions the Man we wot
of took little short of fighting chances but for all that he or his or
his care were subjected to the horrors of the premier terror of
Errorland. Every those personal place objects if nonthings where
soevers and they just done been doing being in a dromo of todos
with-outen a bound to be your trowers.

Impossible to remember persons in improbable to forget position
places. And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the other
time, the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the name is
on the writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and
he passing out of one desire into its fellow. For the people of the
shed are the sure ads of all quorum.

The wonder of the women of the world together, moya! So they fished in
the kettle and fought free and if she bit his tailibout all hat tiffin
for thea. Rolf the Ganger, Rough the Gang — ster, not a feature
alike and the face the same.2 Pastimes are past times. The keykeeper
of the keys of the seven doors of the dreamadoory in the house of the
house-hold of Hecech saysaith.

By sylph and salamander and all the trolls and tritons, I mean to top
her drive and to tip the tap of this, at last. With harm and aches
till farther alters! How do you do it? cheeped the Gripes in a wherry
whiggy maudelenian woice and the jack- asses all within bawl laughed
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Of a lil trip trap and a big treeskooner for he put off the ketyl and
they made three (for fie!) and if hec dont love alpy then lad you
annoy me.

Shoe to me now, dear! But I told him make your will be done and go to
a general and I’d pray confessions for him. Yed he never knew
we seen us before.

Some here, more no more, more again lost alla stranger.

If juness she saved! To give and to take! It is hours giving, not
more. Why, what are they all, the mucky lot of them only? Blotty words
for Dublin. There is no school today. No saddle, no staffet, but spur
on the moment!

And he ceased, tung and trit, and it was neversoever so dusk of both
of them.

This is the Willingdone hanking the half of the hat of lipoleums up
the tail on the buckside of his big white harse.

Later on in the same evening two hussites ab — sconded through a
breach in his bylaws and left him, the infidels, to pay himself off in
kind remembrances. It is bycause of what he was ascend into his
prisonce on account off.

Let us leave theories there and return to here’s here. Tal the
tem of the tumulum. I won’t mind this is, answering to your
strict crossqueets, whereas it would be as unethical for me now to
answer as it would have been nonsensical for you then not to have
asked.

There end no moe red devil in the white of his eye. So then she
started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back again at Jarl
van Hoother’s in a brace of samers and the jiminy with her in
her pinafrond, lace at night, at another time.

I mean to make you suffer, meddlar, and I don’t care this fig
for contempt of courting. And did you hear his browrings rattlemaking
when he was preaching to himself?

In that earopean end meets Ind. There is something supernoctural about
whatever you called him it. The same renew. Highly momourning he see
the before him.

When one of him sighs or one of him cries ’tis you all over.

Nu mere for ever siden on the stolen.

And the prankquean went for her forty years’ walk in
Turnlemeem and she punched the curses of cromcruwell with the nail of
a top into the jiminy and she had her four larksical monitrix to touch
him his tears and she provorted him to the onecertain allsecure and he
became a tristian.There are menner.Chipping her and raising a bit of a
chir or a jary every dive she’d neb in her culdee sacco of
wabbash she raabed and reach out her maundy meerschaundize, poor
souvenir as per ricorder and all for sore aringarung, stinkers and
heelers, laggards and primelads, her furzeborn sons and dribblederry
daughters, a thousand and one of them, and wickerpotluck for each of
them. It was long after once there was a lealand in the luffing ore it
was less after lives thor a toyler in the tawn at all ohr it was note
before he drew out the moddle of Kersse by jerkin his dressing but and
or it was not before athwartships he buttonhaled the
Norweeger’s capstan. What regnans raised the rains have
levelled but we hear the pointers and can gauge their compass for the
melos yields the mode and the mode the manners plicyman, plansiman,
plousiman, plab. Closer inspection of the bordereau would reveal a
multiplicity of person-alities inflicted on the documents or document
and some prevision of virtual crime or crimes might be made by anyone
unwary enough before any suitable occasion for it or them had so far
managed to happen along.But upmeyant, Pro — spector, you sprout
all your abel and woof your wings dead certain however of neuthing
whatever to aye forever while Hyam Hyam’s in the chair. He
took a round stroll and he took a stroll round and he took a round
strollagain till the grillies in his head and the leivnits in his hair
made him thought he had the Tossmania.

You will say it is most unenglish and I shall hope to hear that you
will not be wrong about it.

So she said to herself she’d frame a plan to fake a shine, the
mischiefmaker, the like of it you niever heard.

[The other foregotthened abbosed in the Mullingaria are during this
swishingsight teilweisioned.

Did ye save any tin? says he. I cannot let it.2 That is tottinghim in
his boots.If he was not alluding to the whole in the wall?We cannot
smile noes from noes.Would that be a talltale too?

Not by ever such a lot. There were three men in him (schwrites). She
has a gift of seek on site and she allcasually ansars helpers, the
dreamydeary. From solation to solution.

The walls are of rubinen and the glittergates of elfinbone. The soul
of everyelsesbody rolled into its olesoleself.

There is a wish on them to be not doing or anything. So she said to
herself she’d frame a plan to fake a shine, the mischiefmaker,
the like of it you niever heard. Go thou this island, one housesleep
there, then go thou other island, two housesleep there, then catch one
nightmaze, then home to dearies.

5 Something happened that time I was asleep, torn letters or was there
snow? How he used to hold his head as high as a howeth, the famous eld
duke alien, with a hump of grandeur on him like a walking wiesel rat.
You’ve all the swirls your side of the cur-rent. His Thing Mod
have undone him: and his madthing has done him man. Yet all they who
heard or redelivered are now with that family of bards and Vergobretas
himself and the crowd of Caraculacticors as much no more as be they
not yet now or had they then not-ever been. 4 Where he fought the
shessock of his stimmstammer and we caught the pepettes of our
lovelives.

Quick, look at her cute and saise her quirk for the bicker she lives
the slicker she grows. Innate little bondery.

You hald him by the tap of the tang.

Siar, I am deed. It is a name to call to him Umsturdum Vonn! That he
was when he was not eluding from the whole of the woman. There is a
wish on them to be not doing or anything.

I could snore to him of the spumy horn, with his woolseley side in, by
the neck I am sutton on, did Brian d’ of Linn. But I’m
loothing them that’s here and all I lothe. Till ye finally
(though not yet endlike) meet with the acquaintance of Mister Typus,
Mistress Tope and all the little typtopies. This is not the end of
this by no manners means. Dear and he went on to scripple gentlemine
born, milady bread, he would pen for her, he would pine for her,3 how
he would patpun fun for all4 with his frolicky frowner so and his
glumsome grinner otherso. The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the
jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up. And
he tassed him tartly and he sassed him smartly, tig for tager, strop
for stripe, as long as there’s a lyasher on a kyat. Hebeneros
for Aromal Peace. Now listed to one aneither and liss them down and
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Every monk his own cashel where every little ligger is his own
liogotenente with inclined jambs in full purview to his pronaose and
to the deretane at his reredoss. And admiring to our supershillelagh
where the palmsweat on high is the mark of your manument. By Dad, youd
not heed that fert? Our durlbin is sworming in sneaks. And they leaved
the most leavely of leaftimes and the most folliagenous till there
came the marrer of mirth and the jangthe-rapper of all jocolarinas and
they were as were they never ere. The forefarther folkers for a prize
of two peaches with Ming, Ching and Shunny on the lie low lea. How he
hised his bungle oar his shourter and cut the pinter offhis pourer and
lay off for Fellagulphia in the farning. And thanks ever so many for
the ten and the one with nothing at all on. For he was ever their
quarrel, the way they would see themselves, everybug his bodiment atop
of annywom her notion, and the meet of their noght was worth two of
his morning. As he set off with his father’s sword, his lancia
spezzata, he was girded on, and with that between his legs and his
tarkeels, our once in only Bragspear, he clanked, to my clinking, from
veetoes to threetop, every inch of an immortal.

Withal aboarder, padar and madar, hal qnd sal, the sens of Ere with
the duchtars of Iran. And after that she wove a gar-land for her hair.
Be the lonee I will.

The novened iconostase of his blueygreyned vitroils but begins in
feint to light his legend.

Can you write us a last line? Was she fast?

The has goning at gone, the is coming to come.

This is cool Connolly wiping his hearth with brave Danny. Did I what?
with a grin says she. Was she fast?

She has prayings in lowdelph. What with reins here and ribbons there
all your hands were employed so she never knew was she on land or at
sea or swooped through the blue like Airwinger’s bride. She
sid herself she hardly knows whuon the annals her graveller was, a
dynast of Leinster, a wolf of the sea, or what he did or how blyth she
played or how, when, why, where and who offon he jumpnad her and how
it was gave her away. To the heroest champion of Eren and his
braceoelanders and Gowan, Gawin and Gonne.

Has they bane reneemed? Then mem and hem and the jaque-jack.

The infant Isabella from her coign to do obeisance toward the
duffgerent, as first futherer with drawn brand. He was down with the
whooping laugh at the age of the loss of reason the whopping first
time he prediseased me. So true is it that therewhere’s a
turnover the tay is wet too and when you think you ketch sight of a
hind make sure but you’re cocked by a hin. Tell me the trent
of it while I’m lathering hail out of Denis Florence
MacCarthy’s combies.

You reeker, he stands pat for you before a direct object in the
feminine. And no doubt he was fit to be dried for why had he not been
having the juice of his times?

She was well under ninety, poor late Mrs, and had tastes of the
poetics, me having stood the pilgarlick a fresh at sea when the moon
also was standing in a corner of sweet Standerson my ski.

As one generation tells another. The soundwaves are his buffeteers;
they trompe him with their trompes; the wave of roary and the wave of
hooshed and the wave of hawhawhawrd and the wave of
neverheedthemhorseluggarsandlisteltomine.

He fould the fourd; they found the hurtled stones; they fell ill with
the gravy duck: and he sod town with the roust of the meast. You were
the doublejoynted janitor the morning they were delivered and
you’ll be a grandfer yet entirely when the ritehand seizes
what the lovearm knows. So they stood still and wondered. One by one
place one be three dittoh and one before. And, hike, here’s
the hearse and four horses with the interpro-vincial crucifixioners
throwing lots inside to know whose to be their gosson and whereas to
brake the news to morhor. Kunstful, we others said. Now are all tombed
to the mound, isges to isges, erde from erde.

He is happily to sleep, limb of the Lord, with his lifted in blessing,
his buchel Iosa, like the blissed angel he looks so like and his mou
is semiope as though he were blowdelling on a bugigle. In kingdome
gone or power to come or gloria be to them farther? Betwixt me and
thee hung cong.

My Eilish assent he seed makes his admiracion. Andor — ing the
games, induring the studies, undaring the stories, end all. So then
she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back again at
Jarl van Hoother’s in a brace of samers and the jiminy with
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And as I was jogging along in a dream as dozing I was dawdling, arrah,
methought broadtone was heard and the creepers and the gliders and
flivvers of the earth breath and the dancetongues of the woodfires and
the hummers in their ground all vociferated echoating: Shaun! The
soundwaves are his buffeteers; they trompe him with their trompes; the
wave of roary and the wave of hooshed and the wave of hawhawhawrd and
the wave of neverheedthemhorseluggarsandlisteltomine. A grape cluster
of lights hangs therebeneath and all the house is filled with the
breathings of her fairness, the fairness of fondance and the fairness
of milk and rhubarb and the fairness of roasted meats and uniomargrits
and the fairness of promise with consonantia and avowals.

And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the other time,
the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the
writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he
passing out of one desire into its fellow. Linking one and knocking
the next, tapting a flank and tipting a jutty and palling in and
pietaring out and clyding by on her eastway.

May we not recom-mend them? From the last finger on the second foot of
the fourth man to the first one on the last one of the first. Yet is
it but an old story, the tale of a Treestone with one Ysold, of a Mons
held by tentpegs and his pal whatholoosed on the run, what Cadman
could but Badman wouldn’t, any Genoaman against any Venis, and
why Kate takes charge of the waxworks. For he was ever their quarrel,
the way they would see themselves, everybug his bodiment atop of
annywom her notion, and the meet of their noght was worth two of his
morning.

Or while waiting for winter to fire the enchantement, decoying more
nesters to fall down the flue. Caddy went to Winehouse and wrote o
peace a farce.

The thing pleased him andt, and andt, He larved ond he larved on he
merd such a nauses The Gracehoper feared he would mixplace his fauces.

A scribicide then and there is led off under old’s code with
some fine covered by six marks or ninepins in metalmen for the sake of
his labour’s dross while it will be only now and again in our
rear of o’er era, as an upshoot of military and civil
engage-ments, that a gynecure was let on to the scuffold for taking
that same fine sum covertly by meddlement with the drawers of his
neighbour’s safe. Or this is a perhaps cleaner example. It was
long after once there was a lealand in the luffing ore it was less
after lives thor a toyler in the tawn at all ohr it was note before he
drew out the moddle of Kersse by jerkin his dressing but and or it was
not before athwartships he buttonhaled the Norweeger’s
capstan.

Everything’s going on the same or so it appeals to all of us,
in the old holmsted here. The nose of the man who was nought like the
nasoes. There an alomdree begins to green, soreen seen for loveseat,
as we know that should she, for by essentience his law, so it make
all.

Was that in the air about when something is to be said for it or is it
someone imparticular who will somewherise for the whole anyhow? The
unmistaken identity of the persons in the Tiberiast du-plex came to
light in the most devious of ways. To such a suggestion the one
selfrespecting answer is to affirm that there are certain statements
which ought not to be, and one should like to hope to be able to add,
ought not to be allowed to be made. And with the gust of a spring
alice the fossickers and swaggelers with him on the hoof from down
under piked forth desert roses in that mulligar scrub. They pretend to
helf while they simply shauted at him sauce to make hims prich. For
one man in his armour was a fat match always for any girls under
shurts. Stay us wherefore in our search for tighteousness, O
Sus-tainer, what time we rise and when we take up to toothmick and
before we lump down upown our leatherbed and in the night and at the
fading of the stars! This is the bissmark of the marathon merry of the
jinnies they left behind them. For he is the general, make no mistake
in he. It was so said of him about of his old fontmouther. We will not
say it shall not be, this passing of order and order’s coming,
but in the herbest country and in the country around Blath as in that
city self of legionds they look for its being ever yet. Ere the
sockson locked at the dure. And quite as patenly there is a hole in
the ballet trough which the rest fell out. For I’m at the
heart of it. It was so said of him about of his old fontmouther.

If they cut his nose on the stitcher they had their sive n good
reasons.

The cad with the pope’s wife, Lily Kinsella, who became the
wife of Mr Sneakers for her good name in the hands of the kissing
solicitor, will now engage in attentions.

With the old sit in his shoulders, and the new satin atlas onder his
uxter, erning his breadth to the swelt of his proud and, picking up
the emberose of the lizod lights, his tail toiled of spume and spawn,
and the bulk of him, and hulk of him as whenever it was he reddled a
ruad to riddle a rede from the sphinxish pairc while Ede was a
guardin, ere love a side issue. The mouth that tells not will ever
attract the unthinking tongue and so long as the obseen draws theirs
which hear not so long till allearth’s dumbnation shall the
blind lead the deaf. Yet is it but an old story, the tale of a
Treestone with one Ysold, of a Mons held by tentpegs and his pal
whatholoosed on the run, what Cadman could but Badman
wouldn’t, any Genoaman against any Venis, and why Kate takes
charge of the waxworks. And it was thus he was at every time, that
son, and the other time, the day was in it and after the morrow
Diremood is the name is on the writing chap of the psalter, the
juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he passing out of one desire into its
fellow. Skim over Through Hell with the Papes (mostly boys) by the
divine comic Denti Alligator (exsponging your index) and find a quip
in a quire arisus aream from bastardtitle to fatherjohnson. That why
ecrazyaztecs and the crime ministers preaching him morn-ings and makes
a power of spoon vittles out of his praverbs. The Gripes had light
ears left yet he could but ill see. Red Rowleys popped out of their
lairs and asked what was wrong with the race.

And, I declare, what was there on the yonder bank of the stream that
would be a river, parched on a limb of the olum, bolt downright, but
the Gripes?

Of so little is her timentrousnest great for greeting his
immensesness. So then she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom,
she was back again at Jarl van Hoother’s in a brace of samers
and the jiminy with her in her pinafrond, lace at night, at another
time. Somehows this sounds like the purest kidooleyoon wherein our
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And it is as though where Agni araflammed and Mithra monished and
Shiva slew as maya-mutras the obluvial waters of our noarchic memory
withdrew, windingly goharksome, to some hastyswasty timberman
torch-priest, flamenfan, the ward of the wind that lightened the fire
that lay in the wood that Jove bolt, at his rude word.

The teatimestained terminal (say not the tag, mummer, or our
show’s a failure!) is a cosy little brown study all to oneself
and, whether it be thumb-print, mademark or just a poor trait of the
artless, its importance in establishing the identities in the writer
complexus (for if the hand was one, the minds of active and agitated
were more than so) will be best appreciated by never forgetting that
both before and after the battle of the Boyne it was a habit not to
sign letters always.

And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the other time,
the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the
writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he
passing out of one desire into its fellow. By the queer quick twist of
her mobcap and the lift of her shift at random and the rate of her
gate of going the pace, two thinks at a time, her country I’m
proud of. A ballet of Gasty Power. The jewel you’re all so
cracked about there’s flitty few of them gets it for
there’s nothing now but the sable stoles and a runabout to
match it. And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the
other time, the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the
name is on the writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a
dearmate and he passing out of one desire into its fellow.

And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the other time,
the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the
writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he
passing out of one desire into its fellow.

Galory bit of the sales of Cloth nowand I have to beeswax the bringing
in all the claub of the porks to us how I thawght I knew his stain on
the flower if me ask and can could speak and he called by me midden
name Tik. The unpurdonable preemp- son of all of her of yourn, by Juno
Moneta!

Howbeit we heard not a son of sons to leave by him to oceanic society
in his old man without a thing in his ignorance, Tulko MacHooley.

Or what — ever it was they threed to make out he thried to two in
the Fiendish park. And it was not a long time till he was feeling true
forim he was goodda purssia and it was short after that he was fooling
mehaunt to mehynte he was an injine ruber. All the presents are
deter-mining as regards for the future the howabouts of their past
absences which they might see on at hearing could they once smell of
tastes from touch. Nu mere for ever siden on the stolen. Hers before
his even, posted ere penned. Impregnable as the mule himself. I can
tell from here by their eau de Colo and the scent of her oder
they’re Mrs Magrath’s. And you ought to have aird
them.

From the last finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first
one on the last one of the first.

A tear or two in time is all there’s toot. Outcaste thou are
not. You can ken that they come of a rarely old family by their
costumance and one must togive that one supped of it in all tonearts
from awe to zest.

Close your, notmust look!

You see: a chiefsmith, semperal scandal stinkmakers, a middinest from
the Casabianca and, of course, Mr Fry. And boundin aboundin it got it
surly.

Arms arome, side aside, face into the wall. Moving about in the free
of the air and mixing with the ruck.

Now are all tombed to the mound, isges to isges, erde from erde. We
cannot say aye to aye. The Fin had a flux and his Ebba a ride. It is
the same told of all. But I told him make your will be done and go to
a general and I’d pray confessions for him. You are in your
puerity.

Bring lolave branches to mud cabins and peace to the tents of Ceder,
Neomenie! I’m not half Norawain for nothing. 3 And Kev was
wreathed with his pother. I will not and you’re an —
other!

I am offering this to Signorina Cuticura and I intend to take it up
and bring it under the nosetice of Herr Harlene by way of diverting
his attentions. The word is my Wife, to exponse and expound, to vend
and to velnerate, and may the curlews crown our nuptias!

You should have heard the voice that an-swered him! Teak off that wise
head!

Or what — ever it was they threed to make out he thried to two in
the Fiendish park.

And not a mag out of Hum no more than out of the mangle weight. For a
nod to the nabir is better than wink to the wabsanti.

Shem is as short for Shemus as Jem is joky for Jacob. Then shalt thou
see, seeing, the sight. He had not the declaination, as what with the
foos as whet with the fays, but so far as hanging a goobes on the
precedings, wherethen the lag allows, it mights be anything after
darks. Every those personal place objects if nonthings where soevers
and they just done been doing being in a dromo of todos with-outen a
bound to be your trowers. Arrah, leave it to Hosty, frosty Hosty,
leave it to Hosty for he’s the mann to rhyme the rann, the
rann, the rann, the king of all ranns.

This is the ffrinch that fire on the Bull that bang the flag of the
Prooshious.

2 We dont hear the booming cursowarries, we wont fear the fletches of
fightning, we float the meditarenias and come bask to the isle we love
in spice.

That’s the point of eschatology our book of kills reaches for
now in soandso many counterpoint words. All the presents are
deter-mining as regards for the future the howabouts of their past
absences which they might see on at hearing could they once smell of
tastes from touch. And now play sharp to me. I gave one dobblenotch
and I ups with my crozzier. It must have stole. It is bycause of what
he was ascend into his prisonce on account off. The alum that winters
on his top is the stale of the staun that will soar when he stambles
till that hag of the coombe rapes the pad off his lock.

Heed!

Let the love ladleliked at the eye girde your gastricks in the gym. It
is all so often and still the same to me. We cannot smile noes from
noes. So they fished in the kettle and fought free and if she bit his
tailibout all hat tiffin for thea.

We have sued thee but late. De oud huis bij de kerkegaard. By Dad,
youd not heed that fert?

There’s a split in the infinitive from to have to have been to
will be. Lorry hosed her as he talked and this is what he told
rewritemen: Irewaker is just a plain pink joint reformee in private
life but folks all have it by brehemons laws he has parliamentary
honours. You can ken that they come of a rarely old family by their
costumance and one must togive that one supped of it in all tonearts
from awe to zest. And he ceased, tung and trit, and it was neversoever
so dusk of both of them. I can feel you being corrupted. But the past
has made us this present of a rhedarhoad.

This is a ffrinch. Hebeneros for Aromal Peace.

She jist does hopes till byes will be byes. All we wants is to get
peace for posses-sion.

The four of them and thank court now there were no more of them.

But why pit the cur afore the noxe? Who can secede to his success!

His everpresent toes are always in retaliessian out throuth his
overpast boots. Wide hiss, we’re wizen 1 All his teeths back
to the front, then the moon and then the moon with a hole behind it.
With however what sublation of compensation in the radification of
interpretation by the byeboys?

You have not brought stinking members into the house of Amanti. I
never thought over it, faith. 7 The bookley with the rusin’s
hat is Patomkin but I’m blowed if I knowed who the slave is
doing behind the curtain.

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. And it must be with who.

If they cut his nose on the stitcher they had their sive n good
reasons.

From the last finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first
one on the last one of the first. Would one but to do apart a lilybit
her virginelles and, so, to breath, so, therebetween, behold, she had
instantt with her handmade as to graps the myth inmid the air.

For the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of
the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from Borneholm has
jest come to crown. 2 We dont hear the booming cursowarries, we wont
fear the fletches of fightning, we float the meditarenias and come
bask to the isle we love in spice. It is most ernst terooly a moresome
intartenment. Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of
feminine clothiering are there all the time or that the feminine
fiction, stranger than the facts, is there also at the same time, only
a little to the rere?

No, that comes later. How awful! And what a cheery ripe outlook, good
help me Deus v Deus! It should prove more or less of an event and show
the widest federal in my cup.

Still he’d be good tutor two in his big armschair lerningstoel
and she be waxen in his hands. For a nod to the nabir is better than
wink to the wabsanti. The four of them and thank court now there were
no more of them.

And such reasonable weather too!

Yes. So they fished in the kettle and fought free and if she bit his
tailibout all hat tiffin for thea. Oil for meed and toil for feed and
a walk with the band for Job Loos. This is the Willingdone hanking the
half of the hat of lipoleums up the tail on the buckside of his big
white harse. He was grey at three, like sygnus the swan, when he made
his boo to the public and barnacled up to the eyes when he repented
after seven.

What sound of tistress isoles my ear?

He thought he want. He was ours, all fragrance. It is the same told of
all. Batch is for Baker who baxters our bread. A window, a hedge, a
prong, a hand, an eye, a sign, a head and keep your other augur on her
paypaypay. That they do ming no merder. The little passdoor, I go you
before, so, and you’re at my apron stage. Since alls war that
end war let sports be leisure and bring and buy fair.

From the last finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first
one on the last one of the first. She has a gift of seek on site and
she allcasually ansars helpers, the dreamydeary. How they strave to
gat her! Do you tell me. that now?

Not really?

Me seemeth a dragon man. We cannot say aye to aye.

Nolan Browne, you may now leave the classroom. Poshbott and pulbuties.
They vain would convert the to be hers in the word. To these nunce we
are but yours in ammatures yet well come that day we shall ope to be
ores. The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her
hair and the Willingdone git the band up.

Till tree from tree, tree among trees tree over tree become stone to
stone, stone between stones, stone under stone for ever. The piece was
this: look at the lamps. It was so duusk that the tears of night began
to fall, first by ones and twos, then by threes and fours, at last by
fives and sixes of sevens, for the tired ones were wecking, as we weep
now with them.

The alum that winters on his top is the stale of the staun that will
soar when he stambles till that hag of the coombe rapes the pad off
his lock. Their design is a whosold word and the charming de-tails of
light in dark are freshed from the feminiairity which breathes
content.

I have abwaited me in a water of Elin and I have placed my reeds
intectis before the Registower of the perception of tribute in the
hall of the city of Analbe.

And there were left now an only elmtree and but a stone. What a warm
time we were in there but how keling is here the airabouts!

And it is surely a lesser ignorance to write a word with every
consonant too few than to add all too many.

You deed, you deed! I know that place better than anyone. Impovernment
of the booble by the bauble for the bubble.

Sago sound, rite go round, kill kackle, kook kettle and (remember all
should I forget to) bolt the thor.

The forgein offils is on the shove to lay you out dossier. Quick, look
at her cute and saise her quirk for the bicker she lives the slicker
she grows.

So then she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back
again at Jarl van Hoother’s in a brace of samers and the
jiminy with her in her pinafrond, lace at night, at another time.

Arrah, leave it to Hosty, frosty Hosty, leave it to Hosty for
he’s the mann to rhyme the rann, the rann, the rann, the king
of all ranns. That he exactly could not tell the worshipfuls but his
mother-inwaders had the recipis for the price of the coffin and that
he was there to tell them that herself was the velocipede that could
tell them kitcat.

I am offering this to Signorina Cuticura and I intend to take it up
and bring it under the nosetice of Herr Harlene by way of diverting
his attentions. They pretend to helf while they simply shauted at him
sauce to make hims prich. Where the lisieuse are we and what’s
the first sing to be sung? Some one we was with us all fours. By the
queer quick twist of her mobcap and the lift of her shift at random
and the rate of her gate of going the pace, two thinks at a time, her
country I’m proud of. He cuddle not help himself, thurso that
hot on him, he had to forget the monk in the man so, rubbing her up
and smoothing her down, he baised his lippes in smiling mood, kiss
akiss after kisokushk (as he warned her niver to, niver to, nevar) on
Anna-na-Poghue’s of the freckled forehead.



Shutter up.


He soughed it from the luft but that bore ne mark ne message. And who
eight the last of the goose — bellies that was mowlding from
measlest years and who leff that there and who put that here and who
let the kilkenny stale the chump. Because, graced be Gad and all giddy
gadgets, in whose words were the beginnings, there are two signs to
tum to, the yest and the ist, the wright side and the wronged side,
feeling aslip and wauking up, so an, so farth.

The dame dowager to stay kneeled how she is, as first mutherer with
cord in coil. Or that one may be separated from the other? Their
inter-locative is conprovocative just as every hazzy hates to having a
hazbane in her noze.

Shinfine deed in the myrtle of the bog tway fainmain stod op to slog,
free bond men lay lurkin on. Elleb Inam, Titep Notep, we name them to
the Hall of Honour.

No mum has the rod to pud a stub to the lurch of amotion. He finges to
be cutting up with a pair of sissers and to be buy-tings of their
maidens and spitting their heads into their facepails. Notpossible!
Correct me, pleatze commando, for cossakes but I abjure of it. How big
was his boost friend and be shanghaied to him? Omen.

Gundogs of all breeds were beagling with renounced urbiandor- bic
bugles, hot to run him, given law, on a scent breasthigh, keen for the
worry. I want to get outside monasticism. This the way to the
museyroom.

It is perfect degrees excelsius. Barto no know him mor.

I just don’t care what my thwarters think.

If you only were there to explain the meaning, best of men, and talk
to her nice of guldenselver.

Which assoars us from the murk of the mythe-lated in the
barrabelowther, bedevere butlered table round, past
Morningtop’s necessity and Harington’s invention, to
the clarience of the childlight in the studiorium upsturts. He fould
the fourd; they found the hurtled stones; they fell ill with the gravy
duck: and he sod town with the roust of the meast. So they fished in
the kettle and fought free and if she bit his tailibout all hat tiffin
for thea. Under the name of Orani he may have been the utility man of
the troupe capable of sustaining long parts at short notice.

Now by memory inspired, turn wheel again to the whole of the wall.
First he was living to feel what the eldest daughter she was panseying
and last he was dying to know what old Madre Patriack does be up to.
For the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of
the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from Borneholm has
jest come to crown. So then she started to rain and to rain and, be
redtom, she was back again at Jarl van Hoother’s in a brace of
samers and the jiminy with her in her pinafrond, lace at night, at
another time. And where did she come but to the bar of his bristolry.

What I’m wondering to myselfwhose for there’s a strong
tendency, to put it mildly, by making me the medium. Finn his park has
been much the admiration of all the stranger ones, grekish and
romanos, who arrive to here.

With the old sit in his shoulders, and the new satin atlas onder his
uxter, erning his breadth to the swelt of his proud and, picking up
the emberose of the lizod lights, his tail toiled of spume and spawn,
and the bulk of him, and hulk of him as whenever it was he reddled a
ruad to riddle a rede from the sphinxish pairc while Ede was a
guardin, ere love a side issue.

Here the Shoebenacaddie!) and legging a jig or so on the sihl to show
them how to shake their benders and the dainty how to bring to mind
the gladdest garments out of sight and all the way of a maid with a
man and making a sort of a cackling noise like two and a penny or half
a crown and holding up a silliver shiner.

Elders fall for green almonds when they’re raised on bruised
stone root ginger though it winters on their heads as if auctumned
round their waistbands. There is nothing like leuther. With us his
nephos and his neberls, mest incensed and befogged by him and his
smoke thereof. She must have been a gadabount in her day, so she must,
more than most. This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the
half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail on the back of
his big wide harse. Those twelve chief barons to stand by duedesmally
with their folded arums and put down all excursions and false alarums
and after that to go back now to their runameat farums and re-compile
their magnum chartarums with the width of the road between them and
all harrums. With the lawyers sticking to his trewsershins and the
swatme-notting on the basque of his beret. A hoodenwinkle gave the
signal and a blessing paper freed the flood.

Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering
are there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the
facts, is there also at the same time, only a little to the rere? But,
of course, he could call himself Tem, too, if he had time to? He took
a round stroll and he took a stroll round and he took a round
strollagain till the grillies in his head and the leivnits in his hair
made him thought he had the Tossmania.



Shutter up.


They know him, the covenanter, by rote at least, for a chameleon at
last, in his true falseheaven colours from ultraviolent to subred
tissues. The hour of his closing hies to hand; the tocsin that shall
claxonise his ware-abouts. This is the glider that gladdened the girl5
that list to the wind that lifted the leaves that folded the fruit
that hung on the tree that grew in the garden Gough gave. Nuvoletta
lis-tened as she reflected herself, though the heavenly one with his
constellatria and his emanations stood between, and she tried all she
tried to make the Mookse look up at her (but he was fore too
adiaptotously farseeing) and to make the Gripes hear how coy she could
be (though he was much too schystimatically auricular about his ens to
heed her) but it was all mild’s vapour moist.

In the ignorance that implies impression that knits knowledge that
finds the nameform that whets the wits that convey contacts that
sweeten sensation that drives desire that adheres to attachment that
dogs death that bitches birth that en-tails the ensuance of
existentiality. And the greater the patrarc the griefer the pinch.
She’ll be coming (for they’re sure to choose her) in
her white of gold with a tourch of ivy to rekindle the flame on Felix
Day.

And it was not a long time till he was feeling true forim he was
goodda purssia and it was short after that he was fooling mehaunt to
mehynte he was an injine ruber. The four of them and thank court now
there were no more of them. Now, patience; and remember patience is
the great thing, and above all things else we must avoid anything like
being or be-coming out of patience. The sons of bursters won in the
games.

The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair
and the Willingdone git the band up. Well, our talks are coming to be
resumed by more polite conversation with a huntered persent human over
the natural bestness of pleisure after his good few mugs of humbedumb
and shag. The straight road down the centre (see relief map) bisexes
the park which is said to be the largest of his kind in the world.

Have mood! What sound of tistress isoles my ear? Thine to wait but
mine to wage. Not by ever such a lot.

And in contravention to the constancy of chemical combinations not
enough of all the slatters of him left for Peeter the Picker to make
their threi sevelty filfths of a man out of. Ye can stop as ye are,
little lay mothers, and wait in wish and wish in vain till the grame
reaper draws nigh, with the sickle of the sickles, as a blessing in
disguise. To such a suggestion the one selfrespecting answer is to
affirm that there are certain statements which ought not to be, and
one should like to hope to be able to add, ought not to be allowed to
be made. Whenin aye was a kiddling. When a part so ptee does duty for
the holos we soon grow to use of an allforabit. I pick up your
reproof, the horsegift of a friend, For the prize of your save is the
price of my spend.

He is another he what stays under the himp of holth.

They were. To be had for the asking. Scorching my hand and starving my
fa-mine to make his private linen public. Let them be seen!

3 Bag bag blockcheap, have you any will?

Prometheus. I mean about what you know. So and so, toe by toe, to and
fro they go round, for they are the ingelles, scattering nods as girls
who may, for they are an angel’s garland.

And her troup came heeling, O. And what do you think that pride was
drest in!

By her freewritten Hopely for ear that annalykeses if scares for eye
that sumns. Of a lil trip trap and a big treeskooner for he put off
the ketyl and they made three (for fie!) and if hec dont love alpy
then lad you annoy me.

This is not the end of this by no manners means. How me O my youhou my
I youtou to I O? To put it all the more plumbsily.

We cannot smile noes from noes.

We are advised the waxy is at the present in the Sweeps hospital and
that he may never come out! So her grace o’malice kidsnapped
up the jiminy Tristopher and into the shan-dy westerness she rain,
rain, rain.

The keyn has passed. And he clopped his rude hand to his eacy hitch
and he ordurd and his thick spch spck for her to shut up shop, dappy.
Drawing nearer to take our slant at it (since after all it has met
with misfortune while all underground), let us see all there may
remain to be seen.

He has had some indiejestings, poor thing, for quite a little while,
confused by his tonguer of baubble.

The war is in words and the wood is the world. When we will conjugate
to-gether toloseher tomaster tomiss while morrow fans amare hour,
verbe de vie and verve to vie, with love ay loved have I on my back
spine and does for ever.

He had been belching for severn years. Mery Loye is saling moonlike. I
sniffed that lad long before anyone. Always raving how we had the
wrinkles of a snailcharmer and the slits and sniffers of a fellow that
fell foul of the county de Loona and the meattrap of the first
vegetarian. Then everyone will hear of it. I have the outmost con
tempt for. You will never have post in your pocket unless you have
brasse on your plate.

But it’s quite on the cards she’ll shed more and
merrier, twills and trills, sparefours and spoilfives, nord-sihkes and
sudsevers and ayes and neins to a litter. Immaculacy, give but to
drink to his shirt and all skirtaskortas must change her tunics.

The boys on the corner were talking too. Will you hold your peace and
listen well to what I am going to say now? And admiring to our
supershillelagh where the palmsweat on high is the mark of your
manument.

What the meurther did she mague?

So sigh us. He wented to go (somewhere) while he was weeting.

The four of them and thank court now there were no more of them. Why
not take direct action.

You cannot make a limousine lady out of a hillman minx.

Three creamings a day, the first during her shower and wipe off with
tissue.

Yes, they shall have brought us to the water trysting, by hedjes of
maiden ferm. then here in another place is their chapelofeases, sold
for song, of which you have thought my praise too much my price. And
every crutch had its seven hues.

I’ll have it in for you.

And they poured em behoiled on the fire.

I hope.

It is a lable iction on the porte of the cuthulic church and summum
most atole for it.

By the watch, what is the time, pace?

There’s the nasturtium for ye now that saved manny a poor
sinker from water on the grave. I am doing it.

And what hoa, they buck!

She must be she. The nicest at all. A butcheler artsed out of Cullege
Trainity.

Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering
are there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the
facts, is there also at the same time, only a little to the rere?

Yet if I durst to express the hope how I might be able to be pre-sent.

I could have stayed up there for always only. Dear and he went on to
scripple gentlemine born, milady bread, he would pen for her, he would
pine for her,3 how he would patpun fun for all4 with his frolicky
frowner so and his glumsome grinner otherso.

Yet had they laughtered, one on other, undo the end and enjoyed their
laughings merry was the times when so grant it High Hila-rion us may
too! It has been blurtingly bruited by certain wisecrackers (the
stinks of Mohorat are in the nightplots of the morning), that he
suffered from a vile disease. He took a round stroll and he took a
stroll round and he took a round strollagain till the grillies in his
head and the leivnits in his hair made him thought he had the
Tossmania. That he exactly could not tell the worshipfuls but his
mother-inwaders had the recipis for the price of the coffin and that
he was there to tell them that herself was the velocipede that could
tell them kitcat. With a ring ding dong, they raise clasped hands and
advance more steps to retire to the saum. Everything’s going
on the same or so it appeals to all of us, in the old holmsted here.

But, by Jove Chronides, Seed of Summ, after at he had bate his
breastplates for, forforget, forforgetting his birdsplace, it was soon
that, that he, that he rehad himself.

As if your tinger winged ting to me hear. Female imperfectly masking
male.

Flee a girl, says it is her colour. May my tunc fester if ever I see
such a miry lot of maggalenes! That was the first joke of Willingdone,
tic for tac. So he sought with the lobestir claw of his propencil the
clue of the wickser in his ear. From the last finger on the second
foot of the fourth man to the first one on the last one of the first.
Owens cites Brerfuchs and Warren, a foreign firm, since disseized,
registered as Tangos, Limited, for the sale of certain proprietary
articles.

It was folded with cunning, sealed with crime, uptied by a harlot,
undone by a child. I have been told I own stolemines or something of
that sorth in the sooth of Spainien.

And thanks ever so many for the ten and the one with nothing at all
on. And the prankquean went for her forty years’ walk in
Tourlemonde and she washed the blessings of the love-spots off the
jiminy with soap sulliver suddles and she had her four owlers masters
for to tauch him his tickles and she convorted him to the onesure
allgood and he became a luderman. I met with dapper dandy and he
shocked me big the hamd.

The Head does be worrying himself.

(Wave gently in the ere turning ptover.)

That they say is a fenian on the secret. I am doing it. But what does
Coemghem, the fostard?

He ought to blush for himself, the old hayheaded philosopher, For to
go and shove himself that way on top of her.

And whenever you’re tingling in your trout we’re sure
to be tangled in our tice-ments. Of course I know you are a viry vikid
girl to go in the dreemplace and at that time of the draym and it was
a very wrong thing to do, even under the dark flush of night, dare all
grand-passia!

He banged the scoop and she bagged the sugar while the whole
pub’s pobbel done a stare. How he hised his bungle oar his
shourter and cut the pinter offhis pourer and lay off for Fellagulphia
in the farning. That he exactly could not tell the worshipfuls but his
mother-inwaders had the recipis for the price of the coffin and that
he was there to tell them that herself was the velocipede that could
tell them kitcat.

And around the lawn the rann it rann and this is the rann that Hosty
made. The keykeeper of the keys of the seven doors of the dreamadoory
in the house of the house-hold of Hecech saysaith. He made the sign of
the ham-mer. You could hear them swearing threaties on the Cymylaya
Mountains, man. So now, to thalk thildish, thome, theated with Mag at
the oilthan we are doing to thay one little player before doing to
deed. My prince of the courts who’ll beat me to love!

You are not going to not.

Idneed I am! I wouldn’t miss her for irthing on nerthe. I like
him lots coss he never cusses. O, tell me all I want to hear, how loft
she was lift a laddery dextro!

It was long after once there was a lealand in the luffing ore it was
less after lives thor a toyler in the tawn at all ohr it was note
before he drew out the moddle of Kersse by jerkin his dressing but and
or it was not before athwartships he buttonhaled the
Norweeger’s capstan. A wouldbe martyr, who is attending on
sanit Asitas where he is being taught to wear bracelets, when grilled
on the point, revealed the undoubted fact that the consequence would
be that so long as Sankya Moondy played his mango tricks under the
mysttetry, with shady apsaras sheltering in his leaves’
licence and his shadowers torrifried by the potent bolts of
indradiction, there would be fights all over Cuxhaven. Yet be there
some who mourn him, concluding him dead, and more there be that wait
astand. The rare view from the three Benns under the bald heaven is on
the other end, askan your blixom on dimmen and blastun, something to
right hume about. Hoet of the rough throat attack but whose say is
soft but whose ee has a cute angle, he whose hut is a hissarlik even
as her hennin’s aspire. Only noane told missus of her massas
behaving she would laugh that flat that after that she had sanked down
on her fat arks they would shaik all to sheeks. She he she ho she ha
to la. That grene ray of earong it waves us to yonder as the red, blue
and yellow flogs time on the domisole,4 with a blewy blow and a
windigo. He took a round stroll and he took a stroll round and he took
a round strollagain till the grillies in his head and the leivnits in
his hair made him thought he had the Tossmania. For whole the world to
see.

I have wanted to thank you such a long time so much now. Can’t
hear with the waters of. Let us hear, therefore, as you honour and
obey the queen, whither the indwellingness of that which shamefieth be
entwined of one or atoned of two. I will give tandsel to it. Give you
the fantods, seemed to him.

By the queer quick twist of her mobcap and the lift of her shift at
random and the rate of her gate of going the pace, two thinks at a
time, her country I’m proud of. Drawing nearer to take our
slant at it (since after all it has met with misfortune while all
underground), let us see all there may remain to be seen. She thought
she’s sankh neathe the ground with nymphant shame when he gave
her the tigris eye! That he exactly could not tell the worshipfuls but
his mother-inwaders had the recipis for the price of the coffin and
that he was there to tell them that herself was the velocipede that
could tell them kitcat. : and so, to mark a bank taal she arter, the
obedience of the citizens elp the ealth of the ole. : telling them
take their time, yungfries, and wait till the tide stops (for from the
first his day was a fortnight) and offering the prize of a bittersweet
crab, a little present from the past, for their copper age was yet
unminted, to the winner. : telling them take their time, yungfries,
and wait till the tide stops (for from the first his day was a
fortnight) and offering the prize of a bittersweet crab, a little
present from the past, for their copper age was yet unminted, to the
winner. It was when I was in my farfather out at the west and she and
myself, the redheaded girl, firstnighting down Sycomore Lane. You will
say it is most unenglish and I shall hope to hear that you will not be
wrong about it.

Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering
are there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the
facts, is there also at the same time, only a little to the rere? May
they fire her for a barren ewe!

What if she love Sieger less though she leave Ruhm moan? Do you
remember on a particular lukesummer night, following a crying fair
day?

You have snakked mid a fish. Whase on the joint of a desh? Wait till
they send you to sleep, scowpow!

Not large goodman is he, Sandy nice. If you will take the view of the
sea, it is at hand. They lived und laughed ant loved end left. And it
was not a long time till he was feeling true forim he was goodda
purssia and it was short after that he was fooling mehaunt to mehynte
he was an injine ruber. The must of his glancefull coaxing the beam in
her eye?

2 We dont hear the booming cursowarries, we wont fear the fletches of
fightning, we float the meditarenias and come bask to the isle we love
in spice. So all rogues lean to rhyme. So now, to thalk thildish,
thome, theated with Mag at the oilthan we are doing to thay one little
player before doing to deed. You see, chaps, it will trickle out,
freaksily of course, but the tom and the shorty of it is: he was in
his bardic memory low. And the prankquean went for her forty
years’ walk in Tourlemonde and she washed the blessings of the
love-spots off the jiminy with soap sulliver suddles and she had her
four owlers masters for to tauch him his tickles and she convorted him
to the onesure allgood and he became a luderman. So hath been, love:
tis tis: and will be: till wears and tears and ages. She was alone.
The rye is well for whose amind but the wheateny one is proper lovely.
The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair
and the Willingdone git the band up. The Mookse had a sound eyes right
but he could not all hear. But, the monthage stick in the melmelode
jawr, I am (twintomine) all thees thing. We’ve light enough.
Or the other swore his eric.

They ought to told you every last word first stead of trying every
which way to kinder smear it out poison long. The boys on the corner
were talking too.

Dear Sister, in perfect leave again I say take a brokerly advice and
keep it to yourself that we, Jaun, first of our name here now make all
receptacles of, free of price. They are and they seem to be so tightly
tattached as two maggots to touch other, I think I notice, do I not?
The because of his sosuch. Him her first lap, her his fast pal, for
ditcher for plower, till deltas twoport. I want him to go and live
like a theabild in charge of the night brigade on Tristan da Cunha,
isle of man-overboard, where he’ll make Number 106 and be near
Inacces — sible. And the hunk in his trunk it would be an insalt
foul the matter of that cellaring to a pigstrough. That a head in
thighs under a bush at the sunface would bait a serpent to a millrace
through the heather. Keep cool faith in the firm, have warm hoep in
the house and begin frem athome to be chary of charity. And the
Cassidy — Craddock rome and reme round e’er a wiege
ne’er a waage is still immer and immor awagering over it, a
cradle with a care in it or a casket with a kick behind.

And the prankquean went for her forty years’ walk in
Tourlemonde and she washed the blessings of the love-spots off the
jiminy with soap sulliver suddles and she had her four owlers masters
for to tauch him his tickles and she convorted him to the onesure
allgood and he became a luderman. That’ll be it, grand operoar
style, even should I, with my sleuts of hogpew and cheekas, have to
coomb the brash of the libs round Close Saint Patrice to lay my
louseboob on his behaitch like solitar.

The nose of the man who was nought like the nasoes. Which in the ambit
of its orbit heaved a sink her sailer alongside of a drink her drainer
from the basses brothers, those two theygottheres. If he spice east he
seethes in sooth and if he pierce north he wilts in the waist. And
thus within the tavern’s secret booth The wisehight ones who
sip the tested sooth Bestir them as the Just has bid to jab The punch
of quaram on the mug of truth. There was, so plays your ahrtides.
Through her catchment ring she freed them easy, with her hips’
hurrahs for her knees’dontelleries.

For the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of
the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from Borneholm has
jest come to crown. He feels he ought to be as asamed of me as me to
be ashunned of him.

That he exactly could not tell the worshipfuls but his mother-inwaders
had the recipis for the price of the coffin and that he was there to
tell them that herself was the velocipede that could tell them kitcat.
If you only were there to explain the meaning, best of men, and talk
to her nice of guldenselver. And it was thus he was at every time,
that son, and the other time, the day was in it and after the morrow
Diremood is the name is on the writing chap of the psalter, the
juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he passing out of one desire into its
fellow. How is this at all? The silence speaks the scene. I might as
well be talking to the four waves till tibbes grey eves and the rests
asleep. For the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the
fields of the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from
Borneholm has jest come to crown.

Why, hitch a cock eye, he was snapped on the sly upsadaisying coras
pearls out of the pie when all the perts in princer street set up
their tinker’s humn, (the rann, the rann, that keen of old
bards), with them newnesboys pearcin screaming off their armsworths.
Till first he sighed (and how ill soufered!) and they nearly cried
(the salt of the earth!) after which he pondered and finally he
replied: — There is some thing more.

That he exactly could not tell the worshipfuls but his mother-inwaders
had the recipis for the price of the coffin and that he was there to
tell them that herself was the velocipede that could tell them kitcat.
That a head in thighs under a bush at the sunface would bait a serpent
to a millrace through the heather. This is the dooforhim seeboy blow
the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the
tail on the back of his big wide harse.



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Beseek the runes and see the longurn! M.D. made his ante mortem for
him. Sometimes he would keep silent for a few minutes as if in prayer
and clasp his forehead and during the time he would be thinking to
himself and he would not mind anybody who would be talking to him or
crying stinking fish. And it was thus he was at every time, that son,
and the other time, the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is
the name is on the writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a
dearmate and he passing out of one desire into its fellow.

Let me sell you the fulltroth of Burrus when he wore a younker.Desert
it. I am still always having a wish on all my extremities. I say, can
you bait it? And thanks ever so many for the ten and the one with
nothing at all on. It does not go. You’re a liar, excuse me!
Bidding me do this and that and the other. I sign myself.

So not to see. I can see that, I see you are. And we’ll be
coming here, the ombre players, to rake your gravel and bringing you
presents, won’t we, fenians?

There is a strong suspicion on counterfeit Kevin and we all remember
ye in child-hood’s reverye. ’Tis the bells of scandal
that gave tune to grumble over him and someone between me and thee.
The Vico road goes round and round to meet where terms begin.

Vetus may be occluded behind the mou in Veto but Nova will be nearing
as their radient among the Nereids. Now I suggest to you that ere
there was this plague-burrow, as you seem to call it, there was a
burialbattell, the boat of millions of years. You never may know in
the preterite all perhaps that you would not believe that you ever
even saw to be about to. Though not yet had the sailor sipped that sup
nor the humphar foamed to the fill. I won’t mind this is,
answering to your strict crossqueets, whereas it would be as unethical
for me now to answer as it would have been nonsensical for you then
not to have asked.

Sis dearest, Jaun added, with voise somewhit murky, what though still
high fa luting, as he turned his dorse to her to pay court to it, and
ouverleaved his booseys to give the note and score, phonoscopically
incuriosited and melancholic this time whiles, as on the fulmament he
gaped in wulderment, his on-saturncast eyes in stellar attraction
followed swift to an imagin — ary swellaw, O, the vanity of
Vanissy! She was well under ninety, poor late Mrs, and had tastes of
the poetics, me having stood the pilgarlick a fresh at sea when the
moon also was standing in a corner of sweet Standerson my ski. O but
you must, you must really! The fine ice so temperate of our, alas,
those times are not so far off as you might wish to be congealed. This
is a ffrinch. With guerillaman aspear aspoor to prink the pranks of
primkissies. So and so, toe by toe, to and fro they go round, for they
are the ingelles, scattering nods as girls who may, for they are an
angel’s garland. You will know him by name in the capers but
you cannot see whose heel he sheepfolds in his wrought hand because I
have not told it to you. Drawing nearer to take our slant at it (since
after all it has met with misfortune while all underground), let us
see all there may remain to be seen. And it was thus he was at every
time, that son, and the other time, the day was in it and after the
morrow Diremood is the name is on the writing chap of the psalter, the
juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he passing out of one desire into its
fellow. So hath been, love: tis tis: and will be: till wears and tears
and ages. And no doubt he was fit to be dried for why had he not been
having the juice of his times? Whilst the qua-lity and tality (I shall
explex what you ought to mean by this with its proper when and where
and why and how in the subsequent sentence) are alternativomentally
harrogate and arrogate, as the gates may be. When there shall be foods
for vermin as full as feeds for the fett, eat on earth as
there’s hot in oven.

I was but teen, a tiler’s dot.

You are in your puerity. For nought that is has bane. The one with the
bells on it. That I prays for be mains of me draims. He askit of the
hoothed fireshield but it was untergone into the matthued heaven.

Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering
are there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the
facts, is there also at the same time, only a little to the rere? If
the Ming Tung no go bo to me homage me hamage kow bow tow to the Mong
Tang.

Creator he has created for his creatured ones a creation. And from the
poignt of fun where I am crying to arrive you at they are on allfore
as foibleminded as you can feel they are fablebodied. Too perfectly
priceless for words. 1 Huntler and Pumar’s animal alphabites,
the first in the world from aab to zoo. It should of been my other
with his leickname for he’s the head and I’m an
everdevoting fiend of his.

Yet I cannot on my solemn merits as a recitativer recollect ever
having done of anything of the kind to deserve of such. And greater
grown then in the trifle of her days, a mouse, a mere tittle, trots
offwith the whole panoromacron picture.

And, of course, dear professor, I understand. In the name of the
former and of the latter and of their holo-caust. Of Burymeleg and
Bindme-rollingeyes and all the deed in the woe. It may be, we moest
ons hasten selves te declareer it, that he reglimmed? presaw? the
fields of heat and yields of wheat where corngold Ysit? shamed and
shone. For there’s one mere ope3 for down-fall ned. O pest,
I’ll miss the post!) that the more carrots you chop, the more
turnips you slit, the more murphies you peel, the more onions you cry
over, the more bullbeef you butch, the more mutton you crackerhack,
the more potherbs you pound, the fiercer the fire and the longer your
spoon and the harder you gruel with more grease to your elbow the
merrier fumes your new Irish stew.

As if she would be third perty to search on search proceedings! From
the last finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first one
on the last one of the first.

You will never have post in your pocket unless you have brasse on your
plate. This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the
hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail on the back of his big
wide harse. Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine
clothiering are there all the time or that the feminine fiction,
stranger than the facts, is there also at the same time, only a little
to the rere? You will hardly reconnoitre the old wife in the new
bustle and the farmer shinner in his latterday paint. As a strow will
shaw she does the wind blague, recting to show the rudess of a robur
curling and shewing the fansaties of a frizette.

If he spice east he seethes in sooth and if he pierce north he wilts
in the waist. You should have heard the voice that an-swered him! All
that and more under one crinoline enve — lope if you dare to
break the porkbarrel seal. There’s every resumption. Mars
speaking. Or what — ever it was they threed to make out he thried
to two in the Fiendish park.

I have abwaited me in a water of Elin and I have placed my reeds
intectis before the Registower of the perception of tribute in the
hall of the city of Analbe.

Heated residence in the heart of the orangeflavoured mudmound had
partly ob-literated the negative to start with, causing some features
pal — pably nearer your pecker to be swollen up most grossly
while the farther back we manage to wiggle the more we need the loan
of a lens to see as much as the hen saw.



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Why, hitch a cock eye, he was snapped on the sly upsadaisying coras
pearls out of the pie when all the perts in princer street set up
their tinker’s humn, (the rann, the rann, that keen of old
bards), with them newnesboys pearcin screaming off their armsworths.
And the prankquean went for her forty years’ walk in
Turnlemeem and she punched the curses of cromcruwell with the nail of
a top into the jiminy and she had her four larksical monitrix to touch
him his tears and she provorted him to the onecertain allsecure and he
became a tristian.

But how many of her readers realise that she is not out to
dizzledazzle with a graith uncouthre-ment of postmantuam glasseries
from the lapins and the grigs.

O, Mr Prince of Pouringtoher, whatever shall I pppease to do? I will
to show herword in flesh. She must have been a gadabount in her day,
so she must, more than most.

Would one but to do apart a lilybit her virginelles and, so, to
breath, so, therebetween, behold, she had instantt with her handmade
as to graps the myth inmid the air. If thees lobed the sex of his head
and mees ates the seep of his traublers he’s dancing figgies
to the spittle side and shoving outs the soord.

And you have it, old Sem, pat as ah be seated! Ellis on quay in
scarlet thread. In the ink of his sweat he will find it yet. Will you
hold your peace and listen well to what I am going to say now?

She has a gift of seek on site and she allcasually ansars helpers, the
dreamydeary. The while we, we are waiting, we are waiting for. It made
ma make merry and sissy so shy and rubbed some shine off Shem and put
some shame into Shaun.

How he hised his bungle oar his shourter and cut the pinter offhis
pourer and lay off for Fellagulphia in the farning.

Hirp! for their Missed Understandings! chirps the Ballat of
Perce–Oreille. Of what age are your birdies?

Hollow and eavy. It does marvels for your gripins and it’s
fine for the solitary worm.

And then and too the trivials! Mees is thees knees.

3 Gag his tubes yourself. He cooed that loud nor he was young.

Let thor be orlog. The skand for schooling.

From prudals to the secular but from the cumman to the nowter.

He’s herd of hoarding and her faiths is altared. I’m
very fond of that other of mine. He had the cowtaw in his buxers flay
of face. Isset that? With apple harlottes. Thick head and thin butter
or after you with me.

I love him.

They were. Now my other point. But wait until our sleeping. Sell not
to freund.

The Great Cackler comes again.

And that there texas is tow linen. And mind you twine the twos noods
of your nicenames. You will never have post in your pocket unless you
have brasse on your plate.

Caseous may bethink himself a thought of a caviller but Burrus has the
reachly roundered head that goes best with thofthinking defensive
fideism.

At that do you leer, a setting up? The court to go into half morning.

She can’t put her hand on him for the mo-ment. It should prove
more or less of an event and show the widest federal in my cup. If you
will take the view of the sea, it is at hand.

She must have been a gadabount in her day, so she must, more than
most. The four of them and thank court now there were no more of them.
He finges to be cutting up with a pair of sissers and to be buy-tings
of their maidens and spitting their heads into their facepails. Though
rainy-hidden, you’re rhinohide.

Collide with man, collude with money. He ought to blush for himself,
the old hayheaded philosopher, For to go and shove himself that way on
top of her. His beneficiaries are legion in the part he created: they
number up his years.

Wilsh and wist are as thick of thins udder as faust on the deblinite.
I had four in the morning and a couple of the lunch and three later
on, but your saouls to the dhaoul, do ye. Why do you like my whisping?
The Mookse had a sound eyes right but he could not all hear.

Opvarts and at ham, or this ogry Osler will oxmaul us all, sayd he,
like one familiar to the house, while Waldemar was heeling it and
Maldemaer was toeing it, soe syg he was walking from the bowl at his
food and the meer crank he was waiting for the tow of his turn.
Ireland sober is Ireland stiff Lord help you, Maria, full of grease,
the load is with me! Keep airly hores and the worm is yores.

Others are as tired of themselves as you are.

They are to come of twinning age so soon as they may be born to be
eldering like those olders while they are living under chairs. I
won’t mind this is, answering to your strict crossqueets,
whereas it would be as unethical for me now to answer as it would have
been nonsensical for you then not to have asked. If you want to be
felixed come and be parked. The one with the bells on it. So you see
the Mookse he had reason as I knew and you knew and he knew all along.
2 Live, league of lex, nex and the mores! But what is that which is
one going to prehend? The lad who brooks no breaches lifts the lass
that toffs a tailor. 2 I call that a scumhead. And it was so. Show me
that complaint book here.

If he spice east he seethes in sooth and if he pierce north he wilts
in the waist. And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the
other time, the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the
name is on the writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a
dearmate and he passing out of one desire into its fellow.

Saying whiches, see his bow on the hapence, with a pat-tedyr but digit
here, he scooped the hens, hounds and horses biddy by bunny, with an
arc of his covethand, saved from the drohnings they might oncounter,
untill his cubid long, to hide in dry. And the dneepers of wet and the
gangres of sin in it! T. Totities!

Take an old geeser who calls on his skirt. Artho is the name is on the
hero, Capellisato, shoehanded slaughterer of the shader of our leaves.
What bird has done yesterday man may do next year, be it fly, be it
moult, be it hatch, be it agreement in the nest. 2 And if they was
setting on your stool as hard as my was she could beth her bothom
dolours he’d have a culious impressiom on the diminitive that
chafes our ends. If you hored him outerly as we harum lubberintly,
from morning rice till nightmale, with his drums and bones and hums in
drones your innereer’d heerdly heer he. Mieliodories, that
Doctor Faherty, the madison man, taught to gooden you. But is was all
so long ago. It was merely my barely till their oh offs. It was before
when Aimee stood for Arthurduke for the figger in pro-fane and fell
from grace so madlley for fill the flatter fellows.



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For the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of
the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from Borneholm has
jest come to crown. Till tree from tree, tree among trees tree over
tree become stone to stone, stone between stones, stone under stone
for ever. That he exactly could not tell the worshipfuls but his
mother-inwaders had the recipis for the price of the coffin and that
he was there to tell them that herself was the velocipede that could
tell them kitcat.

The drops upon that mantle rained never around Fingal. Me fol the
rawlawdy in the schpirrt of a schkrepz. He has help his crewn on the
burkeley buy but he has holf his crown on the Eurasian Generalissimo.
Her sheik to Slave, his dick to Dave and the fat of the land to
Guygas.

Once for the chantermale, twoce for the pother and once twoce threece
for the waither. The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a
ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up. The eirest race,
the ourest nation, the airest place that erestationed.

O, undoubtedly yes, and very potably so, but one who deeper thinks
will always bear in the baccbuccus of his mind that this down-right
there you are and there it is is only all in his eye.

Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering
are there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the
facts, is there also at the same time, only a little to the rere? That
a head in thighs under a bush at the sunface would bait a serpent to a
millrace through the heather.

Now are all tombed to the mound, isges to isges, erde from erde. She
may think, what though little doth she realise, as morning fresheth,
it hath happened her, you know what, as they too what two dare not
utter. There’s nothing to touch it, we are taucht, unless
she’d care for a mouthpull of white pud-ding for the wish is
on her rose marine and the lunchlight in her eye, so when you pet the
rollingpin write my name on the pie. Up tighty in the front, down
again on the loose, drim and drumming on her back and a pop from her
whistle. As we there are where are we are we there from tomtittot to
teetootomtotalitarian. You’ll feel what I mean.

The alum that winters on his top is the stale of the staun that will
soar when he stambles till that hag of the coombe rapes the pad off
his lock. And as I was jogging along in a dream as dozing I was
dawdling, arrah, methought broadtone was heard and the creepers and
the gliders and flivvers of the earth breath and the dancetongues of
the woodfires and the hummers in their ground all vociferated
echoating: Shaun! Flies do your float. It was long after once there
was a lealand in the luffing ore it was less after lives thor a toyler
in the tawn at all ohr it was note before he drew out the moddle of
Kersse by jerkin his dressing but and or it was not before
athwartships he buttonhaled the Norweeger’s capstan.

You never may know in the preterite all perhaps that you would not
believe that you ever even saw to be about to. Yet all they who heard
or redelivered are now with that family of bards and Vergobretas
himself and the crowd of Caraculacticors as much no more as be they
not yet now or had they then not-ever been. And thanking the fish, in
core of them.

Carry-one, he says, though we marooned through this woylde. The
honourable Master Sarmon they should be first born like he was with a
twohangled warpon and it was between Williamstown and the Mairrion
Ailesbury on the top of the longcar, as merrily we rolled along, we
think of him looking at us yet as if to pass away in a cloud. And, I
declare, what was there on the yonder bank of the stream that would be
a river, parched on a limb of the olum, bolt downright, but the
Gripes? Do you hold yourself then for some god in the manger,
Sheho-hem, that you will neither serve not let serve, pray nor let
pray?

For mine qvinne I thee giftake and bind my hosenband I thee halter.

But only the ruining of the rain has heard.

What do you show on? It is well known. How is hit finis-ter! But you
must sit still. I could lead you there and I still by you in bed.
I’ll have it in for you.

Holy Maly, Mothelup Joss!) his cheeks and trousers changing colour
every time a gat croaked. It was so duusk that the tears of night
began to fall, first by ones and twos, then by threes and fours, at
last by fives and sixes of sevens, for the tired ones were wecking, as
we weep now with them. Well, you know or don’t you kennet or
haven’t I told you every telling has a taling and
that’s the he and the she of it. He took a round stroll and he
took a stroll round and he took a round strollagain till the grillies
in his head and the leivnits in his hair made him thought he had the
Tossmania. 4 All this Mitchells is a niggar for spending and I will go
to the length of seeing that one day Big Mig will be nickleless
himself.

We thank to thine, mighty innocent, that diddest bring it off
fuitefuite. Is that a faith? That he exactly could not tell the
worshipfuls but his mother-inwaders had the recipis for the price of
the coffin and that he was there to tell them that herself was the
velocipede that could tell them kitcat. That they say is a fenian on
the secret.

Then the court to come in to full morning. Can you beat it?

Woh Hillill!

I’ll have it in for you. My people were not their sort out
beyond there so far as I can. Yet be there some who mourn him,
concluding him dead, and more there be that wait astand.

And so he was.

I gave you of the tree. Hold the raa-bers for the kunning his
plethoron. As shiver as shower can be. Not by ever such a lot. First
she let her hair fal and down it flussed to her feet its teviots
winding coils. Next she greesed the groove of her keel, warthes and
wears and mole and itcher, with antifouling butter-scatch and
turfentide and serpenthyme and with leafmould she ushered round
prunella isles and eslats dun, quincecunct, allover her little mary.
And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the other time,
the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the
writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he
passing out of one desire into its fellow.

He blanks his oggles because he confesses to all his tellavicious
nieces. But I know what I’ll do. Yes, indeed, you will hear it
passim in all the noveletta and she is named Buttercup.

So is richt. You cannot make a limousine lady out of a hillman minx.
Here where the liveries, Monomark. My hat, you have some bully German
grit, sundowner!

Led by Lignifer, in four hops of the happiest, ach beth cac duff, a
marrer of the sward incoronate, the few fly the farbetween!

He took a round stroll and he took a stroll round and he took a round
strollagain till the grillies in his head and the leivnits in his hair
made him thought he had the Tossmania.

How many aleveens had she in tool? Nor must you omit to screw the lid
firmly on that jazz jiggery and kick starts.

Or could above bring under same notice for it to be able to be seen.

Twice is he gone to quest of her, thrice is she now to him. He who
runes may rede it on all fours.

Why did the patrizien make him scares with his gruntens? And so like
that former son of a kish who went up and out to found his
farmer’s ashes we come down home gently on our own turnedabout
asses to meet Margareen.

But they broken waters and they made whole waters at they surfered
bark to the lots of his vauce. 2 We dont hear the booming
cursowarries, we wont fear the fletches of fightning, we float the
meditarenias and come bask to the isle we love in spice.

Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering
are there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the
facts, is there also at the same time, only a little to the rere? Who
in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering are
there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the
facts, is there also at the same time, only a little to the rere?



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The time of lying together will come and the wildering of the nicht
till cockeedoodle aubens Aurore. Farety days and fearty nights. It is
in your orangery, I take it, you have your letters. The game old
Gunne, they do be saying, (skull!) that was a planter for you, a
spicer of them all. This is the glider that gladdened the girl5 that
list to the wind that lifted the leaves that folded the fruit that
hung on the tree that grew in the garden Gough gave. It may be, we
moest ons hasten selves te declareer it, that he reglimmed? presaw?
the fields of heat and yields of wheat where corngold Ysit? shamed and
shone. 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. Opvarts and at ham, or this ogry Osler will oxmaul
us all, sayd he, like one familiar to the house, while Waldemar was
heeling it and Maldemaer was toeing it, soe syg he was walking from
the bowl at his food and the meer crank he was waiting for the tow of
his turn. His feet one is not a tall man, not at all, man. Keep cool
faith in the firm, have warm hoep in the house and begin frem athome
to be chary of charity. But to return to the atlantic and Phenitia
Proper.

And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the other time,
the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the
writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he
passing out of one desire into its fellow. To such a suggestion the
one selfrespecting answer is to affirm that there are certain
statements which ought not to be, and one should like to hope to be
able to add, ought not to be allowed to be made.

And lo, mescemed somewhat came of the noise and somewho might amove
allmurk. My heaviest crux and dairy lot it is, with a bed as hard as
the thinkamuddles of the Greeks and a board as bare as a Roman altar.
And a crack quatyouare of stenoggers they made of themselves, solons
and psy — chomorers, all told, with their hurts and daimons,
spites and clops, not even to the seclusion of their beast by them
that was the odd trick of the pack, trump and no friend of carrots.
The war is in words and the wood is the world. They are to come of
twinning age so soon as they may be born to be eldering like those
olders while they are living under chairs. By the fearse wave
behoughted. Shem and Shaun and the shame that sunders em. See the
leabhour of my generations! And it is surely a lesser ignorance to
write a word with every consonant too few than to add all too many.
She tole the tail or her toon. You can ken that they come of a rarely
old family by their costumance and one must togive that one supped of
it in all tonearts from awe to zest. The forefarther folkers for a
prize of two peaches with Ming, Ching and Shunny on the lie low lea.
We are advised the waxy is at the present in the Sweeps hospital and
that he may never come out! So on Izzy, her shame-maid, love shone
befond her tears as from Shem, her penmight, life past befoul his
prime. He ought to blush for himself, the old hayheaded philosopher,
For to go and shove himself that way on top of her. And it was thus he
was at every time, that son, and the other time, the day was in it and
after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the writing chap of the
psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he passing out of one
desire into its fellow.

And it was the lang in the shirt in the green. of the wood, where
obelisk rises when odalisks fall, major threft on the make and
jollyjacques spindthrift on the merry (O Mr Mathurin, they were
calling, what a topheavy hat you’re in!

The movibles are scrawling in motions, marching, all of them ago, in
pitpat and zingzang for every busy eerie whig’s a bit of a
torytale to tell.

There were cries from the thicksets in court and from the macdublins
on the bohernabreen of: Mind the bank from Banagher, Mick, sir! Father
ourder about the mathers of prenanciation.

My side, thank decretals, is as safe as motherour’s houses, he
continued, and I can seen from my holeydome what it is to be wholly
sane.

Give us an-other cup of your scald. Leave the letter that never begins
to go find the latter that ever comes to end, written in smoke and
blurred by mist and signed of solitude, sealed at night.

Will you swear or affirm the day to yur second sight noo and recant
that all yu affirmed to profetised at first sight for his southerly
accent was all paddyflaherty? 4 All this Mitchells is a niggar for
spending and I will go to the length of seeing that one day Big Mig
will be nickleless himself.

The eirest race, the ourest nation, the airest place that
erestationed. It was when I was in my farfather out at the west and
she and myself, the redheaded girl, firstnighting down Sycomore Lane.
The thing is he must be put strait on the spot, no mere
waterstichystuff in a selfmade world that you can’t believe a
word he’s written in, not for pie, but one’s only
owned by naturel rejection. But only the ruining of the rain has
heard. : and so, to mark a bank taal she arter, the obedience of the
citizens elp the ealth of the ole.

That is a tiptip tim oldy faher now the man I go in fear of, Tommy
Terracotta, and he could be all your and my das, the brodar of the
founder of the father of the finder of the pfander of the pfunder of
the furst man in Ranelagh, fu‚! fu‚! Ah dearome
forsailoshe!

To such a suggestion the one selfrespecting answer is to affirm that
there are certain statements which ought not to be, and one should
like to hope to be able to add, ought not to be allowed to be made. Do
you hold yourself then for some god in the manger, Sheho-hem, that you
will neither serve not let serve, pray nor let pray?

And it was not a long time till he was feeling true forim he was
goodda purssia and it was short after that he was fooling mehaunt to
mehynte he was an injine ruber.

I tossed that one long before anyone. You will deserve a rolypoly as
long as from here to tomorrow. Let the love ladleliked at the eye
girde your gastricks in the gym. I am no helotwashipper but I revere
her! Our people here in Samoanesia will not be after forgetting you
and the elders luking and marking the jornies, chalkin up drizzle in
drizzle out on the four bare mats.

The four of them and thank court now there were no more of them. But
the past has made us this present of a rhedarhoad. It should prove
more or less of an event and show the widest federal in my cup. This
is the Willingdone hanking the half of the hat of lipoleums up the
tail on the buckside of his big white harse. You can ken that they
come of a rarely old family by their costumance and one must togive
that one supped of it in all tonearts from awe to zest. And the whirr
of the whins humming us howe. Let us hear, therefore, as you honour
and obey the queen, whither the indwellingness of that which
shamefieth be entwined of one or atoned of two.



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That was what stuck to the Comtesse Cantilene while she was sticking
out Mavis Toffeelips to feed her soprannated huspals, and it is
henceforth associated with her names. The action which was at the
instance of the trustee of the heathen church emergency fund, suing by
its trustee, a resigned civil servant, for the pay-ment of tithes due
was heard by Judge Doyle and also by a com — mon jury. Simply
killing, how she tidies her hair! 6 Do he not know that walleds had
wars.

And who eight the last of the goose — bellies that was mowlding
from measlest years and who leff that there and who put that here and
who let the kilkenny stale the chump.

Here the Shoebenacaddie!) and legging a jig or so on the sihl to show
them how to shake their benders and the dainty how to bring to mind
the gladdest garments out of sight and all the way of a maid with a
man and making a sort of a cackling noise like two and a penny or half
a crown and holding up a silliver shiner.

Wisha, becoming back to us way home in Biddyhouse one way or either
anywhere we miss your smile. For the joy of the dew on the flower of
the fleets on the fields of the foam of the waves of the seas of the
wild main from Borneholm has jest come to crown. This is the glider
that gladdened the girl5 that list to the wind that lifted the leaves
that folded the fruit that hung on the tree that grew in the garden
Gough gave. Bidding me do this and that and the other. As if that was
their spiration! Only noane told missus of her massas behaving she
would laugh that flat that after that she had sanked down on her fat
arks they would shaik all to sheeks.

When the messanger of the risen sun, (see other oriel) shall give to
every seeable a hue and to every hearable a cry and to each spectacle
his spot and to each happening her houram.

He finges to be cutting up with a pair of sissers and to be buy-tings
of their maidens and spitting their heads into their facepails. By
sylph and salamander and all the trolls and tritons, I mean to top her
drive and to tip the tap of this, at last.

And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the other time,
the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the
writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he
passing out of one desire into its fellow.

So true is it that therewhere’s a turnover the tay is wet too
and when you think you ketch sight of a hind make sure but
you’re cocked by a hin. Because, graced be Gad and all giddy
gadgets, in whose words were the beginnings, there are two signs to
tum to, the yest and the ist, the wright side and the wronged side,
feeling aslip and wauking up, so an, so farth.

Your heart is in the system of the Shewolf and your crested head is in
the tropic of Copricapron. The googoos of the suckabolly in the
rockabeddy are become the copiosity of wiseableness of the
friarylayman in the pulpitbarrel. Can it was, one is fain in this
leaden age of letters now to wit, that so diversified outrages (they
have still to come!) were planned and partly carried out against so
staunch a covenanter if it be true than any of those recorded ever
took place for many, we trow, beyessed to and denayed of, are given to
us by some who use the truth but sparingly and we, on this side ought
to sorrow for their pricking pens on that account.

You will deserve a rolypoly as long as from here to tomorrow. Why the
case is as inessive and impossive as kezom hands! He was leaving out
of my double inns while he was all teppling over my single ixits. That
host that hast one on the hoose when backturns when he facefronts none
none in the house his geust has guest. The walls are of rubinen and
the glittergates of elfinbone.

Take an old geeser who calls on his skirt. To start with in the
beginning, we need hirtly bemark, a community prayer, everyone for
himself, and to conclude with as an exodus, we think it well to add, a
chorale in canon, good for us all for us all us all all.

One bed night he had the dely-siums that they were all queens mobbing
him. I mean to make you suffer, meddlar, and I don’t care this
fig for contempt of courting. The alum that winters on his top is the
stale of the staun that will soar when he stambles till that hag of
the coombe rapes the pad off his lock.

Nuts for the nerves, a flitch for the flue and for to rejoice the
chambers of the heart the spirits of the spice isles, curry and
cinnamon, chutney and cloves. As I have now successfully explained to
you my own natural-born rations which are even in excise of my
vaultybrain insure me that I am a mouth’s more deserving case
by genius. And we all tuned in to hear the topmast noviality.

I protest there is luttrelly not one teaspoonspill of evidence at
bottomlie to my babad, as you shall see, as this is. He may be humpy,
nay, he may be dumpy but there is always something racey about, say, a
sailor on a horse. There was never a warlord in Great Erinnes and
Brettland, no, nor in all Pike County like you, they say.

It went anyway like hot pottagebake. This is the Willingdone hanking
the half of the hat of lipoleums up the tail on the buckside of his
big white harse. To ought find a values for. All her nubied companions
were asleeping with the squirrels. And it was thus he was at every
time, that son, and the other time, the day was in it and after the
morrow Diremood is the name is on the writing chap of the psalter, the
juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he passing out of one desire into its
fellow. She tole the tail or her toon.

His clay feet, swarded in verdigrass, stick up starck where he last
fellonem, by the mund of the maga-zine wall, where our maggy seen all,
with her sisterin shawl.

Whoses wishes is the farther to my thoughts. To be had for the asking.
Let us propel us for the frey of the fray!

This is the Willingdone on his same white harse, the Cokenhape.

I ought not to laugh with him on this stage. It is very good for the
health of a morning.

What do you lack?

I will not break the seal.

Let us be holy and evil and let her be peace on the bough.

Because the druiven were muskating at the door. If you only were there
to explain the meaning, best of men, and talk to her nice of
guldenselver. You should have heard the voice that an-swered him!

For ever they scent where air she. went.



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Minxing marrage and making loof. That marchantman he suivied their
scutties right over the wash, his cameleer’s burnous breezing
up on him, till with his runagate bowmpriss he roade and borst her
bar.

He was down with the whooping laugh at the age of the loss of reason
the whopping first time he prediseased me. Milster Malster in the
chair. You can ken that they come of a rarely old family by their
costumance and one must togive that one supped of it in all tonearts
from awe to zest. And greater grown then in the trifle of her days, a
mouse, a mere tittle, trots offwith the whole panoromacron picture.

Father ourder about the mathers of prenanciation. We have a cop of her
fist right against our nosibos. In spect of her beavers she is a
womanly and sacret. It was long after once there was a lealand in the
luffing ore it was less after lives thor a toyler in the tawn at all
ohr it was note before he drew out the moddle of Kersse by jerkin his
dressing but and or it was not before athwartships he buttonhaled the
Norweeger’s capstan. But, by Jove Chronides, Seed of Summ,
after at he had bate his breastplates for, forforget, forforgetting
his birdsplace, it was soon that, that he, that he rehad himself. This
is a bulgen horesies, this is wollan indulgencies, this is a flemsh.
No, no, the dear heaven knows, and the farther the from it, if the
whole stole stale mis betold, whoever the gulpable, and whatever the
pulpous was, the twooned togethered, and giving the mhost phassionable
wheathers, they were doing a lally a lolly a dither a duther one lelly
two dather three lilly four dother.

And they leaved the most leavely of leaftimes and the most
folliagenous till there came the marrer of mirth and the
jangthe-rapper of all jocolarinas and they were as were they never
ere. That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the
Willingdone. But toms will till. I cannot let it. He is guessing at
hers for all he is worse, the seagoer.

Epi alo, ecou, Batiste, tu-vavnr dans Lptit boing going.

You’ve all the swirls your side of the cur-rent. It may not or
maybe a no concern of the Guinnesses but. I have wanted to thank you
such a long time so much now. Thank you. I have won straight. He is
guessing at hers for all he is worse, the seagoer.

With is the winker for the muckwits of willesly and nith is the nod
for the umproar napollyon and hitheris poorblond piebold hoerse.

Sifted science will do your arts good. You know bigtree are all
against gravstone. Others are as tired of themselves as you are.

And around the lawn the rann it rann and this is the rann that Hosty
made.

It was life but was it fair? Mix it twice before re-pastures and
powder three times a day. I have wanted to thank you such a long time
so much now. Go to, let us extol Azrael with our harks, by our brews,
on our jambses, in his gaits. You see him. There end no moe red devil
in the white of his eye. For the joy of the dew on the flower of the
fleets on the fields of the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild
main from Borneholm has jest come to crown. So hath been, love: tis
tis: and will be: till wears and tears and ages. Nave unlodgeable.
Unless it is actionable.

I met with whom it was too late. I will if you listen. You cannot make
a limousine lady out of a hillman minx. Caddy went to Winehouse and
wrote o peace a farce. You can ken that they come of a rarely old
family by their costumance and one must togive that one supped of it
in all tonearts from awe to zest.

And they leaved the most leavely of leaftimes and the most
folliagenous till there came the marrer of mirth and the
jangthe-rapper of all jocolarinas and they were as were they never
ere. The alum that winters on his top is the stale of the staun that
will soar when he stambles till that hag of the coombe rapes the pad
off his lock. And shall not Babel be with Lebab? You will need all the
elements in the river to clean you over it all and a fortifine
popespriestpower bull of attender to booth.

But of all your wanings send us out your peppydecked ales and
you’ll not be such a bad lot. Better that or this? Tell me
something. Oh me none onsens! And no doubt he was fit to be dried for
why had he not been having the juice of his times? He who runes may
rede it on all fours. We’re all up to the years in hues and
cribies. It is the softest morning that ever I can ever remember me.
He’s a markt man from that hour.

And here are the details.

And it is surely a lesser ignorance to write a word with every
consonant too few than to add all too many.

Were these anglers or angel-ers coexistent and compresent with or
without their tertium quid? — Three in one, one and three. Thus
the hearsomeness of the burger felicitates the whole of the polis.

And did you call on Tower Geesyhus?

Yes, by the way. Of course I believe you, my own dear doting liest,
when you tell me. Come big to Iran.

Eat ye up, heat ye up! sings the somun in the salm.

Be it honoured, bow the head.

I cannot let it. When will they reassemble it? The elm that whimpers
at the top told the stone that moans when stricken.

First position of harmony. The alum that winters on his top is the
stale of the staun that will soar when he stambles till that hag of
the coombe rapes the pad off his lock.

And no doubt he was fit to be dried for why had he not been having the
juice of his times? The ring man in the rong shop but the rite words
by the rote order! Or that each may be taken up and considered in turn
apart from the other? The four of them and thank court now there were
no more of them. If he spice east he seethes in sooth and if he pierce
north he wilts in the waist. 3 Improper frictions is maledictions and
mens uration makes me mad. Do you tell me. that now? I have been told
I own stolemines or something of that sorth in the sooth of Spainien.
I seen the likes in the twinngling of an aye.

If Arck could no more salve his agnols from the wiles of willy wooly
woolf!

And the Cassidy — Craddock rome and reme round e’er a
wiege ne’er a waage is still immer and immor awagering over
it, a cradle with a care in it or a casket with a kick behind. Who in
his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering are
there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the
facts, is there also at the same time, only a little to the rere? That
he was when he was not eluding from the whole of the woman.

The wee taste the water left. A bran new, speedhount, out-stripperous
on the wind. I cannot let it. Next to our shrinking selves we love
sensitivas best. His Thing Mod have undone him: and his madthing has
done him man. What’s your trouble? You hald him by the tap of
the tang. Now’s your never! The war is in words and the wood
is the world. Let thor be orlog. His jymes is out of job, would sit
and write.

Blank memory of hatless darky in blued suit. Ghinees hies good for
you.

You will say it is most unenglish and I shall hope to hear that you
will not be wrong about it.

: and so, to mark a bank taal she arter, the obedience of the citizens
elp the ealth of the ole. The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet
elms leap where askes lay. Who kills the cat in Cairo coaxes cocks in
Gaul. — I put it to you that this was solely in his sunflower
state and that his haliodraping het was why maids all sighed for him,
ventured and vied for him.

The soundwaves are his buffeteers; they trompe him with their trompes;
the wave of roary and the wave of hooshed and the wave of hawhawhawrd
and the wave of neverheedthemhorseluggarsandlisteltomine.



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She has a gift of seek on site and she allcasually ansars helpers, the
dreamydeary. And in contravention to the constancy of chemical
combinations not enough of all the slatters of him left for Peeter the
Picker to make their threi sevelty filfths of a man out of. He finges
to be cutting up with a pair of sissers and to be buy-tings of their
maidens and spitting their heads into their facepails.

I forgive you, grondt Ondt, said the Gracehoper, weeping, For their
sukes of the sakes you are safe in whose keeping. There was a minute
silence before memory’s fire’s rekindling and then. In
the Dee dips a dame and the dame desires a demselle but the demselle
dresses dolly and the dolly does a dulcydamble. I invert the initial
of your tripartite and sign it sternly, and adze to girdle. on your
breast. Before there was patch at all on Ireland there lived a lord at
Lucan. She tole the tail or her toon.

Crown of the waters, brine on her brow, she’ll dance them a
jig and jilt them fairly. She he she ho she ha to la. To get her to go
ther. Your sole and myopper must hereupon part company. The durst he
did and the first she ever? There is a wish on them to be not doing or
anything.

I didn’t did so, my intended, or was going to or thinking of.
But heed! The litter! As the curly bard said after kitchin the womn in
his hym to the hum of her garments. He had the cowtaw in his buxers
flay of face. The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a
ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up. The river felt she
wanted salt. They always did: ask the ages. They’re all of
them out to please. We seem to us (the real Us!) to be reading our
Amenti in the sixth sealed chapter of the going forth by black. You
will say it is most unenglish and I shall hope to hear that you will
not be wrong about it.

If thees lobed the sex of his head and mees ates the seep of his
traublers he’s dancing figgies to the spittle side and shoving
outs the soord.

He erned his lille Bunbath hard, our staly bred, the trader. For he is
the general, make no mistake in he. I am doing it. But meet-ings mate
not as forsehn. 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.

As the last liar in the earth begeylywayled the first lady of the
forest. We cannot say aye to aye. But that I dannoy the fact of wanton
to weste point I could paint you to that butter (cheese it!) if you
had some wash.

2 Gamester Damester in the road to Rouen, he grows more like his deed
every die. He is seeking an opening and means to be first with me as
his belle alliance. Can you write us a last line?

Everything’s going on the same or so it appeals to all of us,
in the old holmsted here. Be the why it was me who haw haw. Yet be
there some who mourn him, concluding him dead, and more there be that
wait astand. Let there be fight? (Wave gently in the ere turning
ptover.)

Yes, yes!But what is that which is one going to prehend? Your parn! I
thought you were all glittering with the noblest of carriage. If
you’d had pains in your hairs you wouldn’t look so
orgibald. Do you think you can hold on by sitting tight? He is seeking
an opening and means to be first with me as his belle alliance.

And so everybody heard their plaint and all listened to their plause.

And thanks ever so many for the ten and the one with nothing at all
on. 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.

And why would she halt at all if not by the ward of his mansionhome of
another nice lace for the third charm? Gordon Heighland, when you
think of it! It was so duusk that the tears of night began to fall,
first by ones and twos, then by threes and fours, at last by fives and
sixes of sevens, for the tired ones were wecking, as we weep now with
them.

No such fender. So the bill to the bowe. 3 And Kev was wreathed with
his pother. I will not break the seal.

So you won’t be up a stump entirely.

Guiltless of much laid to him he was clearly for once at least he
clearly expressed himself as being with still a trace of his erstwhile
burr sod hence it has been received of us that it is true. It may be,
we moest ons hasten selves te declareer it, that he reglimmed? presaw?
the fields of heat and yields of wheat where corngold Ysit? shamed and
shone.

He had not the declaination, as what with the foos as whet with the
fays, but so far as hanging a goobes on the precedings, wherethen the
lag allows, it mights be anything after darks.

The fine ice so temperate of our, alas, those times are not so far off
as you might wish to be congealed. And he shall open his mouth and
answer: I hear, O Ismael, how they laud is only as my loud is one. For
the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of the
foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from Borneholm has jest
come to crown. Stay us wherefore in our search for tighteousness, O
Sus-tainer, what time we rise and when we take up to toothmick and
before we lump down upown our leatherbed and in the night and at the
fading of the stars!

For poor Glugger was dazed and late in his crave, ay he, laid in his
grave. Or that each may be taken up and considered in turn apart from
the other? I have abwaited me in a water of Elin and I have placed my
reeds intectis before the Registower of the perception of tribute in
the hall of the city of Analbe.

In the name of the former and of the latter and of their holo-caust.
Some one we was with us all fours. This is the dooforhim seeboy blow
the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the
tail on the back of his big wide harse. To such a suggestion the one
selfrespecting answer is to affirm that there are certain statements
which ought not to be, and one should like to hope to be able to add,
ought not to be allowed to be made.



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Busi — ness bred to speak with a stiff upper lip to all men and
most occa — sions the Man we wot of took little short of fighting
chances but for all that he or his or his care were subjected to the
horrors of the premier terror of Errorland. Give us an-other cup of
your scald. Consider yourself on the stand now and watch your words,
take my advice. I had four in the morning and a couple of the lunch
and three later on, but your saouls to the dhaoul, do ye. Whoat is the
mutter with you? Spey me pruth and I’ll tale you true. And
watch would the letter you’re wanting be coming may be. You
are not going to not.

O, dear me, that was very nesse!

Too the toone your owldfrow lied of.

Well, of all the ones ever I heard! Will you carry my can and fight
the fairies? You will tell me some time if I can believe its all.

Empire, your outermost.

(I beg your pardon.) As when you drove with her to Findrinny Fair. If
he spice east he seethes in sooth and if he pierce north he wilts in
the waist. Reed wrote of it. Oh! What a nossowl buzzard! It is a lable
iction on the porte of the cuthulic church and summum most atole for
it. And this, liever, is the thinghowe. And by all I hold sacred on
earth clouds and in heaven I swear to you on my piop and oath by the
awe of Shaun (and that’s a howl of a name!) that I will
commission to the flames any incendiarist whosoever or ahriman
howsoclever who would endeavour to set ever annyma roner moother of
mine on fire. At that do you leer, a setting up? I will not and
you’re an — other! And this is what he would be willing.
I’ll tell you a test.

The man in the street can see the coming event. Blast yourself and
your anathomy infairioriboos!

As the curly bard said after kitchin the womn in his hym to the hum of
her garments. A tear or two in time is all there’s toot. Put
from your mind that and take on trust this. Luckily there is another
cant to the questy. But I told him make your will be done and go to a
general and I’d pray confessions for him.

Bear in mind, son of Hokmah, if so be you have me — theg in your
midness, this man is mountain and unto changeth doth one ascend.

Ba be bi bo bum. median, hce che ech, interecting at royde angles the
parilegs of a given obtuse one bis-cuts both the arcs that are in
curveachord behind. 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. The other, twined on codliverside, has been
crying in his sleep, making sharpshape his inscissors on some first
choice sweets fished out of the muck. As the last liar in the earth
begeylywayled the first lady of the forest.

But you must sit still.

And lave them to sture. Will you give you up?

We shall perhaps not so soon see.

I’m not half Norawain for nothing. Mr Wist is thereover
beyeind the wantnot.

They vain would convert the to be hers in the word.

As the last liar in the earth begeylywayled the first lady of the
forest. And it was never so thoughtful of either of them.

So and so, toe by toe, to and fro they go round, for they are the
ingelles, scattering nods as girls who may, for they are an
angel’s garland. And aye far he fared from Afferik Arena and
yea near he night till Blawland Bearring, baken be the brazen sun,
buttered be the snows. That she seventip toe her chrysming, that she
spin blue to scarlad till her temple’s veil, that the Mount of
Whoam it open it her to shelterer! Dear and he went on to scripple
gentlemine born, milady bread, he would pen for her, he would pine for
her,3 how he would patpun fun for all4 with his frolicky frowner so
and his glumsome grinner otherso. He has lately commited one of the
then commandments but she will now assist. Notes and queries, tipbids
and answers, the laugh and the shout, the ards and downs. If he spice
east he seethes in sooth and if he pierce north he wilts in the waist.

The alum that winters on his top is the stale of the staun that will
soar when he stambles till that hag of the coombe rapes the pad off
his lock.

Her is one which rassembled to mein enormally. Easy, my dear, if they
tingle you either say nothing or nod. She that will not feel my
ful-moon let her peel to thee as the hoyden and the impudent!

By hearing his thing about a person one begins to place him for a
certain in true.

When the night is in May and the moon shines might. It was when I was
in my farfather out at the west and she and myself, the redheaded
girl, firstnighting down Sycomore Lane. It is the softest morning that
ever I can ever remember me. A coneywink after the bunting fell. We
can cop that with our straat that is called corkscrewed. And that
there texas is tow linen. I should shee! Avis was there and trilled
her about it. I can see that, I see you are.

He stot-tered from the latter. But learn from that ancient tongue to
be middle old modern to the minute.

I, says Deansgrange, and say nothing. The pleasures of love lasts but
a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lieftime. And it was not
a long time till he was feeling true forim he was goodda purssia and
it was short after that he was fooling mehaunt to mehynte he was an
injine ruber. The echo is where in the back of the wodes; callhim
forth!

It was when I was in my farfather out at the west and she and myself,
the redheaded girl, firstnighting down Sycomore Lane. (he had
intentended and was peering now rather close to the paste of his
rubiny winklering) though it ought to be more or less rawcawcaw
romantical. I’m not at all surprised the saint kicked him
whereby the sum taken Berkeley showed the reason genrously. With a
ring ding dong, they raise clasped hands and advance more steps to
retire to the saum. In the beginning was the gest he jousstly says,
for the end is with woman, flesh-without-word, while the man to be is
in a worse case after than before since she on the supine satisfies
the verg to him! I never thought over it, faith. She can second a song
and adores a scandal when the last post’s gone by. If he spice
east he seethes in sooth and if he pierce north he wilts in the waist.
For you had — may I, in our, your and their names, dare to say
it? — the nucleus of a glow of a zeal of soul of service such as
rarely, if ever, have I met with single men. Rolf the Ganger, Rough
the Gang — ster, not a feature alike and the face the same.2
Pastimes are past times. He finges to be cutting up with a pair of
sissers and to be buy-tings of their maidens and spitting their heads
into their facepails. I cannot let it. It were too exceeding really if
one woulds to offer at sulk an oldivirdual a pinge of hinge hit. Mick
Mac Magnus MacCawley can take you off to the pure perfection and
Leatherbags Reynolds tries your shuffle and cut. She tole the tail or
her toon. With the lawyers sticking to his trewsershins and the
swatme-notting on the basque of his beret. We shall perhaps not so
soon see. Feel the wollies drippeling out of your fingathumbs. Signed
to me with his baling scoop. I was the pet of everyone then.Your parn!

To these nunce we are but yours in ammatures yet well come that day we
shall ope to be ores. A penn no weightier nor a polepost. The old
hunks on the hill read it to perlection. He took a round stroll and he
took a stroll round and he took a round strollagain till the grillies
in his head and the leivnits in his hair made him thought he had the
Tossmania.

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. His beneficiaries are legion in the part he created: they
number up his years. What a warm time we were in there but how keling
is here the airabouts! You never may know in the preterite all perhaps
that you would not believe that you ever even saw to be about to. The
alum that winters on his top is the stale of the staun that will soar
when he stambles till that hag of the coombe rapes the pad off his
lock. That was what stuck to the Comtesse Cantilene while she was
sticking out Mavis Toffeelips to feed her soprannated huspals, and it
is henceforth associated with her names.

So then she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back
again at Jarl van Hoother’s in a brace of samers and the
jiminy with her in her pinafrond, lace at night, at another time.
Words weigh no no more to him than raindrips to Rethfernhim. A so
united family pateramater is not more existing on papel or off of it.
The bane of Tut is on it. It has been blurtingly bruited by certain
wisecrackers (the stinks of Mohorat are in the nightplots of the
morning), that he suffered from a vile disease. Ingean mingen has to
hear. 5 And after dinn to shoot the shades. The keykeeper of the keys
of the seven doors of the dreamadoory in the house of the house-hold
of Hecech saysaith.



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In the Dee dips a dame and the dame desires a demselle but the
demselle dresses dolly and the dolly does a dulcydamble. As I was
hottin me souser. They are to come of twinning age so soon as they may
be born to be eldering like those olders while they are living under
chairs. And he pured him beheild of the ouishguss, mingling a sign of
the cruisk. I had four in the morning and a couple of the lunch and
three later on, but your saouls to the dhaoul, do ye. You will never
have post in your pocket unless you have brasse on your plate. Dogging
you round cove and haven and teaching me the perts of speech. Some day
I may tell of his second storey. He is seeking an opening and means to
be first with me as his belle alliance.

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.

There will be a hen collection of him after avensung on the feld of
Hanar. Was it him that suborned that surdumutual son of his, a
litterydistributer in Saint Patrick’s Lavatory, to turn a
Roman and leave the chayr and gout in his bare balbriggans, the sweep,
and buy the usual jar of porter at the Morgue and Cruses and set it
down before the wife with her fireman’s halmet on her, bidding
her mine the hoose, the strum-pet, while him and his lagenloves were
rampaging the roads in all their paroply under the noses of the
Heliopolitan constabu-lary?

Her lofts will be loosed for her and their tumblers broodcast. She
gave them ilcka madre’s daughter a moonflower and a bloodvein:
but the grapes that ripe before reason to them that devide the
vinedress. And where did she come but to the bar of his bristolry. So
they fished in the kettle and fought free and if she bit his tailibout
all hat tiffin for thea.

She has a gift of seek on site and she allcasually ansars helpers, the
dreamydeary. Only noane told missus of her massas behaving she would
laugh that flat that after that she had sanked down on her fat arks
they would shaik all to sheeks. He repeat of him as pious alios cos he
ast for shave and haircut people said he’d shape of hegoat
where he just was sheep of herrgott with his tile togged. All was of
ancientry. The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin
her hair and the Willingdone git the band up.

Be the powers that be he was. This is the glider that gladdened the
girl5 that list to the wind that lifted the leaves that folded the
fruit that hung on the tree that grew in the garden Gough gave. It was
her, boy the boy that was loft in the larch. Did speece permit the bad
example of setting before the military to the best of our belief in
the earliest wish of the one in mind was the mitigation of the
king’s evils.

For the race is to the rashest of, the romping, jomping rushes of.

Askt to whether she minded whither he smuked? He had been belching for
severn years.

It was Chudley Magnall once more between the deffodates and the dumb
scene? There lies her word, you reder! If thees lobed the sex of his
head and mees ates the seep of his traublers he’s dancing
figgies to the spittle side and shoving outs the soord.

But in the pragma what formal cause made a smile of that to-think?

Make me feel good in the moontime. I know her.

That he was when he was not eluding from the whole of the woman.

I should shee! If thees lobed the sex of his head and mees ates the
seep of his traublers he’s dancing figgies to the spittle side
and shoving outs the soord.

While we should like to drag attentions to our Wolkmans Cumsensation
Act.

He is guessing at hers for all he is worse, the seagoer. Till he wot
not wot to begin he should.

Yet right divining do not was. Now who has been tearing the leg of her
drawars on her?

I met with whom it was too late. Has he hegemony and shall she submit?

For nought that is has bane. Shem Macadamson, you know me and I know
you and all your she-meries.

The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair
and the Willingdone git the band up. I know he well. Wacht even! And
admiring to our supershillelagh where the palmsweat on high is the
mark of your manument. But abide Zeit’s sumonserving, rise
afterfall.

Take in. Respassers should be pursaccoutred.

He was grey at three, like sygnus the swan, when he made his boo to
the public and barnacled up to the eyes when he repented after seven.

Who drowned you in drears, man, or are you pillale with ink?

She must have been a gadabount in her day, so she must, more than
most. Chuffy was a nangel then and his soard fleshed light like
like-ning. You have snakked mid a fish. Here English might be seen. So
what are you going to do about it? Onheard of and um — scene! And
whenever you’re tingling in your trout we’re sure to
be tangled in our tice-ments. If Nekulon shall be havonfalled surely
Makal haven hevens. Was that in the air about when something is to be
said for it or is it someone imparticular who will somewherise for the
whole anyhow? Who was for shouting down the shatton on the lamp of
Jeeshees.



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To such a suggestion the one selfrespecting answer is to affirm that
there are certain statements which ought not to be, and one should
like to hope to be able to add, ought not to be allowed to be made.

When there shall be foods for vermin as full as feeds for the fett,
eat on earth as there’s hot in oven. The rains of Demani are
masikal as of yere. 4 Let me blush to think of all those halfwayhoist
pullovers.

And the larpnotes prittle. The lightning look, the birding cry, awe
from the grave, ever-flowing on the times. He fould the fourd; they
found the hurtled stones; they fell ill with the gravy duck: and he
sod town with the roust of the meast. Though they’re all but
merely a schoolgirl yet these way went they. It will pleased me behind
with thanks from before and love to self and all I remain here your
truly friend. That was what stuck to the Comtesse Cantilene while she
was sticking out Mavis Toffeelips to feed her soprannated huspals, and
it is henceforth associated with her names. For the joy of the dew on
the flower of the fleets on the fields of the foam of the waves of the
seas of the wild main from Borneholm has jest come to crown.

Manu ware! — He missed her mouth and stood into Dee, Romunculus
Remus, plying the rape, so as now any bompriss’s bound to get
up her if he pool her leg and bunk on her butt. Not forgetting the
oils of greas under that turkey in julep and Father Freeshots
Feilbogen in his rockery garden with the costard? When they saw him
shoot swift up her sheba sheath, like any gay lord salomon, her bulls
they were ruhring, surfed with spree. Out of the colliens it took a
rise by daubing itself Ni-non. And it was thus he was at every time,
that son, and the other time, the day was in it and after the morrow
Diremood is the name is on the writing chap of the psalter, the
juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he passing out of one desire into its
fellow. For the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the
fields of the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from
Borneholm has jest come to crown. He was grey at three, like sygnus
the swan, when he made his boo to the public and barnacled up to the
eyes when he repented after seven. The four of them and thank court
now there were no more of them. This is the glider that gladdened the
girl5 that list to the wind that lifted the leaves that folded the
fruit that hung on the tree that grew in the garden Gough gave. The
while we, we are waiting, we are waiting for.

That he exactly could not tell the worshipfuls but his mother-inwaders
had the recipis for the price of the coffin and that he was there to
tell them that herself was the velocipede that could tell them kitcat.
It is for a true glover’s greetings and many burgesses by us,
greats and grosses, uses to pink it in this way at tet-at-tet. When
there shall be foods for vermin as full as feeds for the fett, eat on
earth as there’s hot in oven.

The leady on the lake and the convict of the forest. It was so duusk
that the tears of night began to fall, first by ones and twos, then by
threes and fours, at last by fives and sixes of sevens, for the tired
ones were wecking, as we weep now with them. He is seeking an opening
and means to be first with me as his belle alliance. The time of lying
together will come and the wildering of the nicht till cockeedoodle
aubens Aurore. The court to go into half morning. But ein and twee
were never worth three. Per omnibus secular seekalarum. Welsh and the
Paddy Patkinses, one shelenk!

And there were left now an only elmtree and but a stone.

Be the powers that be he was. This representation does not accord with
my experience.

She sid herself she hardly knows whuon the annals her graveller was, a
dynast of Leinster, a wolf of the sea, or what he did or how blyth she
played or how, when, why, where and who offon he jumpnad her and how
it was gave her away. The alum that winters on his top is the stale of
the staun that will soar when he stambles till that hag of the coombe
rapes the pad off his lock. Diveltaking on me tail.

And they leaved the most leavely of leaftimes and the most
folliagenous till there came the marrer of mirth and the
jangthe-rapper of all jocolarinas and they were as were they never
ere. 2 We dont hear the booming cursowarries, we wont fear the
fletches of fightning, we float the meditarenias and come bask to the
isle we love in spice. I’ll tell you a test. Gaze at him now
in momentum!

Let us hear, therefore, as you honour and obey the queen, whither the
indwellingness of that which shamefieth be entwined of one or atoned
of two.

And they all drank free. If he spice east he seethes in sooth and if
he pierce north he wilts in the waist.

If you will take the view of the sea, it is at hand. The war is in
words and the wood is the world. And look at here! Die eve, little
eve, die! Who could bit you att to a tenyerdfuul when aastalled?

They vain would convert the to be hers in the word. Who was he to
whom?

Who having has he shall have had. For if the shorth of your skorth
falls down to his knees pray how wrong will he look till he rises? The
look of a queen. Fare thee well, fairy well! She will nod ampro-perly
smile.

We will not say it shall not be, this passing of order and
order’s coming, but in the herbest country and in the country
around Blath as in that city self of legionds they look for its being
ever yet.

And the prankquean pulled a rosy one and made her wit foreninst the
dour. Drawing nearer to take our slant at it (since after all it has
met with misfortune while all underground), let us see all there may
remain to be seen.



Shutter up.


With his tumescinquinance in the thight of his tumstull. Who in his
heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering are there
all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the facts, is
there also at the same time, only a little to the rere?

4 When all them allied sloopers was ventitillated in their poppos and,
sliding down by creek and veek, stole snaking out to sea. The foolish
one of the family is within. But the majik wavus has elfun anon
meshes. For the rifocillation of their inclination to the
manifestation of irritation: doldorboys and doll.

For the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of
the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from Borneholm has
jest come to crown. But the horn, the drinking, the day of dread are
not now.

Mastabatoom, mastabadtomm, when a mon merries his lute is all long. So
till butagain budly shoots thon rising germinal let bodley chow the
fatt of his anger and badley bide the toil of his tubb.

With the lawyers sticking to his trewsershins and the swatme-notting
on the basque of his beret. They arise from a clear springwell in the
near of our park which makes the daft to hear all blend. 3 Real life
behind the floodlights as shown by the best exponents of a royal
divorce. Did they tell you I am one of the fortysixths? The like the
near, the liker nearer.

Till tree from tree, tree among trees tree over tree become stone to
stone, stone between stones, stone under stone for ever. How did he
bank it up, swank it up, the whaler in the punt, a guinea by a groat,
his index on the balance and such wealth into the bargain, with the
boguey which he snatched in the baggage coach ahead?

As the last liar in the earth begeylywayled the first lady of the
forest. And a crack quatyouare of stenoggers they made of themselves,
solons and psy — chomorers, all told, with their hurts and
daimons, spites and clops, not even to the seclusion of their beast by
them that was the odd trick of the pack, trump and no friend of
carrots.

With us his nephos and his neberls, mest incensed and befogged by him
and his smoke thereof. Which it whom you see it is her. Not the king
of this age could richlier eyefeast in oreillental longuardness with
alternate nightjoys of a thousand kinds but one kind.

For the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of
the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from Borneholm has
jest come to crown. Stay us wherefore in our search for tighteousness,
O Sus-tainer, what time we rise and when we take up to toothmick and
before we lump down upown our leatherbed and in the night and at the
fading of the stars!

In the beginning was the gest he jousstly says, for the end is with
woman, flesh-without-word, while the man to be is in a worse case
after than before since she on the supine satisfies the verg to him!
Slip your oval out of touch and let the paravis be your goal. Chuffy
was a nangel then and his soard fleshed light like like-ning. And,
what do you think, who should be laying there above all other persons
forenenst them only Yawn! Who in his heart doubts either that the
facts of feminine clothiering are there all the time or that the
feminine fiction, stranger than the facts, is there also at the same
time, only a little to the rere?

And they leaved the most leavely of leaftimes and the most
folliagenous till there came the marrer of mirth and the
jangthe-rapper of all jocolarinas and they were as were they never
ere. The war is in words and the wood is the world. And it was thus he
was at every time, that son, and the other time, the day was in it and
after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the writing chap of the
psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he passing out of one
desire into its fellow.

Did speece permit the bad example of setting before the military to
the best of our belief in the earliest wish of the one in mind was the
mitigation of the king’s evils.

Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering
are there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the
facts, is there also at the same time, only a little to the rere? He
took a round stroll and he took a stroll round and he took a round
strollagain till the grillies in his head and the leivnits in his hair
made him thought he had the Tossmania. 3 It must be some bugbear in
the gender especially when old which they all soon get to look. The
pints in question. And the last with the sailalloyd donggie he was
berthed on the Moherboher to the Washte and they were all trying to
and baffling with the walters of, hoompsydoompsy walters of. The
jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and
the Willingdone git the band up. And thanks ever so many for the ten
and the one with nothing at all on.

Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering
are there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the
facts, is there also at the same time, only a little to the rere? She
sid herself she hardly knows whuon the annals her graveller was, a
dynast of Leinster, a wolf of the sea, or what he did or how blyth she
played or how, when, why, where and who offon he jumpnad her and how
it was gave her away. It would be a charity for me to think about
something which I must on no caste accounts omit, if you ask to me.
Did speece permit the bad example of setting before the military to
the best of our belief in the earliest wish of the one in mind was the
mitigation of the king’s evils. She sid herself she hardly
knows whuon the annals her graveller was, a dynast of Leinster, a wolf
of the sea, or what he did or how blyth she played or how, when, why,
where and who offon he jumpnad her and how it was gave her away. Loab
at cod then herrin or wind thin mong them treen. When they were all
there now, matinmarked for lookin on. For spuds we’ll keep the
hat he wore And roll in clover on his clay By wather parted from the
say. I was in the nerves but it’s my last day. So you were
saying, boys?

The litter!

Seven times thereto we salute you! And a capital part for olympics to
ply at. Dogs’ vespers are anending.

Be of the housed!

You do not have heard? You do not have heard? The pipette will say
anything at all for a change. So you did?

No peace at all.

What age is at?

Now gode.

This is a ttrinch. But I’m as pie as is possible. No mum has
the rod to pud a stub to the lurch of amotion.

Whowham would have ears like ours, the blackhaired!

Mind your boots goan out.

He loves a drary lane.

No more? How is this at all? And each was wrought with his other.
Whoevery heard of such a think? So they must have their final since
he’s on parole.

Et would proffer to his delected one the his trifle from the grass.

Whoat is the mutter with you? With a bockalips of finisky fore his
feet.

This one once upon awhile was the other but this is the other one
nighadays. Bibelous hics-tory and Barbar — assa harestary. Avis
was there and trilled her about it.

Sleep in the water, drug at the fire, shake the dust off and dream
your one who would give her sidecurls to. That host that hast one on
the hoose when backturns when he facefronts none none in the house his
geust has guest. For newmanmaun set a marge to the merge of unnotions.
I always adored your hand. For tough troth is stronger than fortuitous
fiction and it’s the surplice money, oh my young friend and ah
me sweet creature, what buys the bed while wits borrows the clothes. O
wait till I tell you! — We are not going yet. — And look
here! To please me, treasure. Subdue your noise, you hamble creature!
3 None of your cumpohlstery English here!

Tell me all.

All. What mean you, august one? Be old! And soon to bet. Let us propel
us for the frey of the fray! Holy Saint Eiffel, the very phoenix!

The bane of Tut is on it. This the way to the museyroom. But all
that’s left to the last of the Meaghers in the loup of the
years prefixed and between is one kneebuckle and two hooks in the
front. The war is in words and the wood is the world. Not by ever such
a lot. They vain would convert the to be hers in the word.

So you be either man or mouse and you be neither fish nor flesh.
Arran, where’s your nose?

It was folded with cunning, sealed with crime, uptied by a harlot,
undone by a child.

4 Have you ever thought of a hitching your stern and being ourdeaned,
Mester Bootenfly, here’s me and Myrtle is twinkling to know.

For a haunting way will go and you need not make your mow.

I cannot let it.

This is the flag of the Prooshi — ous, the Cap and Soracer. There
an alomdree begins to green, soreen seen for loveseat, as we know that
should she, for by essentience his law, so it make all. That he was
pediculously so. But all that’s left to the last of the
Meaghers in the loup of the years prefixed and between is one
kneebuckle and two hooks in the front. While the turf and twigs they
tattle. And dong wonged Magongty till the bombtomb of the warr,
thrusshed in his whole soort of cloose. The jinnies is a cooin her
hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the
band up. Sireland calls you. How a mans in his armor we nurses know.

They are to come of twinning age so soon as they may be born to be
eldering like those olders while they are living under chairs. The
four of them and thank court now there were no more of them. From the
last finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first one on
the last one of the first. 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. Rolf the Ganger, Rough the Gang
— ster, not a feature alike and the face the same.2 Pastimes are
past times.



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It may half been a missfired brick, as some say, or it mought have
been due to a collupsus of his back promises, as others looked at it.
For it was in the back of their mind’s ear, temptive lissomer,
how they would be spreading in quadriliberal their azurespotted fine
attractable nets, their nansen nets, from Matt Senior to the thurrible
mystagogue after him and from thence to the neighbour and that way to
the puisny donkeyman and his crucifer’s cauda. The rose is
white in the darik! Yet is it but an old story, the tale of a
Treestone with one Ysold, of a Mons held by tentpegs and his pal
whatholoosed on the run, what Cadman could but Badman
wouldn’t, any Genoaman against any Venis, and why Kate takes
charge of the waxworks.

That he exactly could not tell the worshipfuls but his mother-inwaders
had the recipis for the price of the coffin and that he was there to
tell them that herself was the velocipede that could tell them kitcat.
Put off the old man at the very font and get right on with the nutty
sparker round the back.

Because, graced be Gad and all giddy gadgets, in whose words were the
beginnings, there are two signs to tum to, the yest and the ist, the
wright side and the wronged side, feeling aslip and wauking up, so an,
so farth. Up to the esker ridge it was, Mallinger parish, to a mead
that was not far, the son’s rest. Who in his heart doubts
either that the facts of feminine clothiering are there all the time
or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the facts, is there also
at the same time, only a little to the rere?

For we have performed upon thee, thou abrama — nation, who comest
ever without being invoked, whose coming is unknown, all the things
which the company of the precentors and of the grammarians of
Christpatrick’s ordered concerning thee in the matter of the
work of thy tombing.

I am offering this to Signorina Cuticura and I intend to take it up
and bring it under the nosetice of Herr Harlene by way of diverting
his attentions. The for eolders were aspolootly at their wetsend in
the mailing waters, trying to. The soundwaves are his buffeteers; they
trompe him with their trompes; the wave of roary and the wave of
hooshed and the wave of hawhawhawrd and the wave of
neverheedthemhorseluggarsandlisteltomine. That he exactly could not
tell the worshipfuls but his mother-inwaders had the recipis for the
price of the coffin and that he was there to tell them that herself
was the velocipede that could tell them kitcat.

So they must have their final since he’s on parole. And quite
as patenly there is a hole in the ballet trough which the rest fell
out. And into the river that had been a stream (for a thousand of
tears had gone eon her and come on her and she was stout and struck on
dancing and her muddied name was Missis-liffi) there fell a tear, a
singult tear, the loveliest of all tears (I mean for those crylove
fables fans who are ‘keen’ on the pretty-pretty
commonface sort of thing you meet by hopeharrods) for it was a
leaptear.

Did speece permit the bad example of setting before the military to
the best of our belief in the earliest wish of the one in mind was the
mitigation of the king’s evils. O! the lowness of him was
beneath all up to that sunk to! This is the glider that gladdened the
girl5 that list to the wind that lifted the leaves that folded the
fruit that hung on the tree that grew in the garden Gough gave. The
rare view from the three Benns under the bald heaven is on the other
end, askan your blixom on dimmen and blastun, something to right hume
about. They vain would convert the to be hers in the word.

He was grey at three, like sygnus the swan, when he made his boo to
the public and barnacled up to the eyes when he repented after seven.
Conan Boyles will pudge the daylives out through him, if they are
correctly informed. And with the gust of a spring alice the fossickers
and swaggelers with him on the hoof from down under piked forth desert
roses in that mulligar scrub. Keep airly hores and the worm is yores.

She was well under ninety, poor late Mrs, and had tastes of the
poetics, me having stood the pilgarlick a fresh at sea when the moon
also was standing in a corner of sweet Standerson my ski. : and so, to
mark a bank taal she arter, the obedience of the citizens elp the
ealth of the ole. She tired lipping the swells at Pont Delisle till
she jumped the boom at Brounemouth. Give you the fantods, seemed to
him.

It was so duusk that the tears of night began to fall, first by ones
and twos, then by threes and fours, at last by fives and sixes of
sevens, for the tired ones were wecking, as we weep now with them. The
height herup exalts it and the lowness her down aba-seth it.



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He was grey at three, like sygnus the swan, when he made his boo to
the public and barnacled up to the eyes when he repented after seven.
Opvarts and at ham, or this ogry Osler will oxmaul us all, sayd he,
like one familiar to the house, while Waldemar was heeling it and
Maldemaer was toeing it, soe syg he was walking from the bowl at his
food and the meer crank he was waiting for the tow of his turn. By the
smell of her kelp they made the pigeonhouse. And quite as patenly
there is a hole in the ballet trough which the rest fell out.

The elm that whimpers at the top told the stone that moans when
stricken. Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine
clothiering are there all the time or that the feminine fiction,
stranger than the facts, is there also at the same time, only a little
to the rere?

You will need all the elements in the river to clean you over it all
and a fortifine popespriestpower bull of attender to booth. So then
she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back again at
Jarl van Hoother’s in a brace of samers and the jiminy with
her in her pinafrond, lace at night, at another time. He had not the
declaination, as what with the foos as whet with the fays, but so far
as hanging a goobes on the precedings, wherethen the lag allows, it
mights be anything after darks. What are you nudging for? What are you
nudging for? Yet certes one is.

You’re sitting on me style, maybe, whereoft I helped your ore.

O men! She was alone. It is minely well mint. Wither hayre in honds
tuck up your part inher. Where it is nobler in the main to supper than
the boys and errors of out-rager’s virtue. Then after cleanup
and of course before retiring. Ah, who would wipe her weeper dry and
lead her to the halter? And after that she wove a gar-land for her
hair. How does it tummel?

Mookery mooks, it’s a grippe of his gripes.

That host that hast one on the hoose when backturns when he facefronts
none none in the house his geust has guest.

I askt you, dear lady, to judge on my tree by our fruits. Not in the
very least.

No such fender. But they broken waters and they made whole waters at
they surfered bark to the lots of his vauce. Even if you are the
kooper of the winkel over measure never lost a licence. What regnans
raised the rains have levelled but we hear the pointers and can gauge
their compass for the melos yields the mode and the mode the manners
plicyman, plansiman, plousiman, plab. The war is in words and the wood
is the world.

But, by the beer of his profit, he cannot answer.

She that will not feel my ful-moon let her peel to thee as the hoyden
and the impudent! He was hardset then. She can’t remember half
of the cradlenames she smacked on them by the grace of her boxing
bishop’s infallible slipper, the cane for Kund and abbles for
Eyolf and ayther nayther for Yakov Yea. Go thou this island, one
housesleep there, then go thou other island, two housesleep there,
then catch one nightmaze, then home to dearies. I will not and
you’re an — other! The foe things your niggerhead needs
to be fitten for the Big Water. O, by the way, yes, another thing
occurs to me.

So then she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back
again at Jarl van Hoother’s in a brace of samers and the
jiminy with her in her pinafrond, lace at night, at another time.

You can ken that they come of a rarely old family by their costumance
and one must togive that one supped of it in all tonearts from awe to
zest. From the last finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the
first one on the last one of the first. I advise you to conceal
yourself, my little friend, as I have said a moment ago and put your
hands in my hands and have a nightslong homely little confiteor about
things.

I’m not half Norawain for nothing.

Creator he has created for his creatured ones a creation. I could
listen to maure and moravar again.

You, allus for the kunst and me for omething with a handel to it. It
were too exceeding really if one woulds to offer at sulk an
oldivirdual a pinge of hinge hit. Certified reformed peoples, we may
add to this stage, are proptably saying to quite agreeable deef. By
Dad, youd not heed that fert?

And around the lawn the rann it rann and this is the rann that Hosty
made.

Agog and magog and the round of them agrog. Well, am I to blame for
that if I have? Racketeers and bottloggers.

Well, I saith: Angst so mush: and desired she might not take it amiss
if I esteemed her but an odd.

I thank you for the best, he is in taken deal ex-ceedingly
herculeneous. Ah, fatal slip! the one loved, the other left, the bride
of pride leased to the stranger!

It is all so often and still the same to me. It is a name to call to
him Umsturdum Vonn!

I horizont the same, this serpe with ramshead, and lay it lightly to
your lip a litde. If they cut his nose on the stitcher they had their
sive n good reasons.

And quite as patenly there is a hole in the ballet trough which the
rest fell out. The nose of the man who was nought like the nasoes.
Thus the hearsomeness of the burger felicitates the whole of the
polis. Old Vickers sate down on their airs and straightened the points
of their lace.

Farety days and fearty nights. We have sued thee but late. For a nod
to the nabir is better than wink to the wabsanti. Telmetale of stem or
stone.

When they were all there now, matinmarked for lookin on. With
cesarella looking on. My heaviest crux and dairy lot it is, with a bed
as hard as the thinkamuddles of the Greeks and a board as bare as a
Roman altar. The has goning at gone, the is coming to come. She must
have been a gadabount in her day, so she must, more than most.

And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the other time,
the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the
writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he
passing out of one desire into its fellow.

I thought you were all glittering with the noblest of carriage. I
meyne now, thank all, the four of them, and the roar of them, that
draves that stray in the mist and old Johnny MacDougal along with
them.



Shutter up.


Did speece permit the bad example of setting before the military to
the best of our belief in the earliest wish of the one in mind was the
mitigation of the king’s evils. Who in his heart doubts either
that the facts of feminine clothiering are there all the time or that
the feminine fiction, stranger than the facts, is there also at the
same time, only a little to the rere?

From the last finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first
one on the last one of the first.

The lightning look, the birding cry, awe from the grave, ever-flowing
on the times. That he exactly could not tell the worshipfuls but his
mother-inwaders had the recipis for the price of the coffin and that
he was there to tell them that herself was the velocipede that could
tell them kitcat. Just a little judas tonic, my ghem of all jokes, to
make you go green in the gazer. We think its a gorsedd shame, these go
— doms.

Mercy, and you?

Oilbeam they’re lost we’ve fount rerembrandtsers,
their hours to date link these heirs to here but wowhere are those
yours of Yestersdays?

Do you ever heard the story about Helius Croesus, that white and gold
elephant in our zoopark? He has lately commited one of the then
commandments but she will now assist.

Phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall
the pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish. Bear in
mind, son of Hokmah, if so be you have me — theg in your midness,
this man is mountain and unto changeth doth one ascend.

I show because I must see before my misfortune so a stark pointing
pole.

Read next answer). The black and blue marks athwart the weald, which
now barely is so stripped, indicate the presence of sylvious beltings.

Let us be holy and evil and let her be peace on the bough. Of course I
believe you, my own dear doting liest, when you tell me.

So you be either man or mouse and you be neither fish nor flesh.

My Eilish assent he seed makes his admiracion.

He fould the fourd; they found the hurtled stones; they fell ill with
the gravy duck: and he sod town with the roust of the meast. The
jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and
the Willingdone git the band up. The oaks of ald now they lie in peat
yet elms leap where askes lay.

It was Chudley Magnall once more between the deffodates and the dumb
scene?

I say, can you bait it? It is minely well mint.

And hvis now is for you. We see that wonder in your eye. And call a
spate a spate.

For the sake of the farbung and of the scent and of the holiodrops.
You should have heard the voice that an-swered him!

Cog that out of your teen times, everyone. When one of him sighs or
one of him cries ’tis you all over.

Here (please to stoop) are selveran cued peteet peas of quite a
pecuniar interest inaslittle as they are the pellets that make the
tomtummy’s pay roll. The man in the street can see the coming
event. They were precisely the twelves of clocks, noon minutes, none
seconds. About that and the other. Maid Maud ninnies nay but blabs to
Omama (for your life, would you!) she to her bosom friend who does all
chores (and what do you think my Madeleine saw?)

Let us cheer him up a little and make an appunkment for a future date.
I have been lost, angel.

But am good and rested. It will pleased me behind with thanks from
before and love to self and all I remain here your truly friend.

With is the winker for the muckwits of willesly and nith is the nod
for the umproar napollyon and hitheris poorblond piebold hoerse. The
wee taste the water left. We seem to us (the real Us!) to be reading
our Amenti in the sixth sealed chapter of the going forth by black.

But only the ruining of the rain has heard. If he spice east he
seethes in sooth and if he pierce north he wilts in the waist.

It was so duusk that the tears of night began to fall, first by ones
and twos, then by threes and fours, at last by fives and sixes of
sevens, for the tired ones were wecking, as we weep now with them. And
these ways wend they. So, how idlers’ wind turning pages on
pages, as innocens with anaclete play popeye antipop, the leaves of
the living in the boke of the deeds, annals of themselves timing the
cycles of events grand and national, bring fassilwise to pass how.
Flowey and Mount on the brink of time makes wishes and fears for a
happy isthmass. You may fail to see the lie of that layout, Suetonia,3
but the reflections which recur to me are that so long as beauty life
is body love4 and so bright as Mutua of your mirror holds her candle
to your caudle, lone lefthand likeless, sombring Autum of your Spring,
reck you not one spirt of anyseed whether trigemelimen cuddle his
coddle or nope.

But what seemed sooth to a Greek summed nooth to a giantle. Ye can
stop as ye are, little lay mothers, and wait in wish and wish in vain
till the grame reaper draws nigh, with the sickle of the sickles, as a
blessing in disguise. House of the cederbalm of mead. Laying the
cloth, to fore of them. To such a suggestion the one selfrespecting
answer is to affirm that there are certain statements which ought not
to be, and one should like to hope to be able to add, ought not to be
allowed to be made. She tired lipping the swells at Pont Delisle till
she jumped the boom at Brounemouth. They may be yea of my year but
they’re nary nay of my day. Well, I saith: Angst so mush: and
desired she might not take it amiss if I esteemed her but an odd.

The eversower of the seeds of light to the cowld owld sowls that are
in the domnatory of Defmut after the night of the carrying of the word
of Nuahs and the night of making Mehs to cuddle up in a coddlepot, Pu
Nuseht, lord of risings in the yonderworld of Ntamplin, tohp
triumphant, speaketh.


In the name of the former and of the latter and of their holo-caust.
He took a round stroll and he took a stroll round and he took a round
strollagain till the grillies in his head and the leivnits in his hair
made him thought he had the Tossmania.



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And the all gianed in with the shout-most shoviality. When the
messanger of the risen sun, (see other oriel) shall give to every
seeable a hue and to every hearable a cry and to each spectacle his
spot and to each happening her houram. I could have stayed up there
for always only. About that and the other. I meyne now, thank all, the
four of them, and the roar of them, that draves that stray in the mist
and old Johnny MacDougal along with them. A . . . saidaside, half in
stage of whisper to her confidante glass, while recoopering her
cartwheel chapot (ahat! — and we now know what thimbles a baquets
on lallance a talls mean), she hoped Sid Arthar would git a
Chrissman’s portrout of orange and lemonsized orchids with
hollegs and ether, from the feeatre of the Innocident, as the worryld
had been uncained. He would split. 2 That is tottinghim in his boots.
Ten men, ton men, pen men, pun men, wont to rise a ladder. And around
the lawn the rann it rann and this is the rann that Hosty made.

In the beginning was the gest he jousstly says, for the end is with
woman, flesh-without-word, while the man to be is in a worse case
after than before since she on the supine satisfies the verg to him!
I’d axe the channon and leip a liffey and drink annyblack
water that rann onme way.

So you see the Mookse he had reason as I knew and you knew and he knew
all along. Are you not gone ahome?

To camiflag he turned his shirt.

Bidding me do this and that and the other.

You certainly make the most royal of noises.

The bane of Tut is on it. Humph is in his doge. He made the sign on
the feaster.

Even if you are the kooper of the winkel over measure never lost a
licence. Moving about in the free of the air and mixing with the ruck.

We have to had them whether we’ll like it or not. Home all go.
So he sought with the lobestir claw of his propencil the clue of the
wickser in his ear. Tableau final. To go to Begge and to be sure to
reminder Begge.

O, you mean the strangle for love and the sowiveall of the prettiest?
How is that for low, laities and gentlenuns? Where have you been in
the uterim, enjoying yourself all the morning since your last wetbed
confession?

There’s me shims and here’s me hams and this is me
juppettes, gause be the meter! He is another he what stays under the
himp of holth. We cannot say aye to aye.

O Loud, hear the wee beseech of thees of each of these thy unlitten
ones!

Cur one beast, even Dane the Great, may treadspath with sniffer he
snout impursuant to byelegs.

That host that hast one on the hoose when backturns when he facefronts
none none in the house his geust has guest. And the good brother feels
he would need to defecate you.

And the sea shoaled and the saw squalled. So it will be quite a
material what May farther be unvuloped for you, old Mighty, when
it’s aped to foul a delfian in the Mahnung. And we are not
trespassing on his corns either. Once for the chantermale, twoce for
the pother and once twoce threece for the waither.

How olave, that firile, was aplantad in her liveside. I seen the likes
in the twinngling of an aye.

See you doomed. Did I what? with a grin says she. Will you give you
up? So they fished in the kettle and fought free and if she bit his
tailibout all hat tiffin for thea.

All the presents are deter-mining as regards for the future the
howabouts of their past absences which they might see on at hearing
could they once smell of tastes from touch. One sovereign punned to
petery pence. Grandfarthring nap and Messamisery and the knave of all
knaves and the joker. Never in all my whole white life of my
match-less and pair. I mean about what you know.

I know he well. Theirs theres is a gentle — meants agreement.

If you could me lendtill my pascol’s kondyl, sahib, and the
price of a plate of poultice.

Think of it! He was the care-lessest man I ever see but he sure had
the most sand. He was leaving out of my double inns while he was all
teppling over my single ixits. Yet if I durst to express the hope how
I might be able to be pre-sent. It was too bad entirely!

What do you lack?

But that I dannoy the fact of wanton to weste point I could paint you
to that butter (cheese it!) if you had some wash.

You could trot a mouse on it.

And remember that golden silence gives consent, Mr Anklegazer! Again
there was a hope that people, looking on him with the contemp of the
contempibles, after first gaving him a roll in the dirt, might pity
and forgive him, if properly deloused, but the pleb was born a
Quicklow and sank alowing till he stank out of sight.

No more basquibezigues for this pole aprican!

It was her, boy the boy that was loft in the larch.

And fare with me to share with me.

The Eroico Furioso makes the valet like smiling. Ask me next what I
haven’t got!

Winden wanden wild like wenchen wenden wanton. And each night sim
misses mand he winks he had the semagen.

But look what you have in your handself! Your words grates on my ares.
Who was he to whom?

So was keshaned on for his recent behaviour.

That host that hast one on the hoose when backturns when he facefronts
none none in the house his geust has guest. But, of course, he could
call himself Tem, too, if he had time to? It was her, boy the boy that
was loft in the larch.

This one once upon awhile was the other but this is the other one
nighadays.

This is the glider that gladdened the girl5 that list to the wind that
lifted the leaves that folded the fruit that hung on the tree that
grew in the garden Gough gave. Or what — ever it was they threed
to make out he thried to two in the Fiendish park. For a nod to the
nabir is better than wink to the wabsanti. There’s a split in
the infinitive from to have to have been to will be. What with reins
here and ribbons there all your hands were employed so she never knew
was she on land or at sea or swooped through the blue like
Airwinger’s bride. Then Nuvoletta reflected for the last time
in her little long life and she made up all her myriads of drifting
minds in one. From the last finger on the second foot of the fourth
man to the first one on the last one of the first.

And it was not a long time till he was feeling true forim he was
goodda purssia and it was short after that he was fooling mehaunt to
mehynte he was an injine ruber.

So hath been, love: tis tis: and will be: till wears and tears and
ages.Just to see would we hear how Jove and the peers talk. He fould
the fourd; they found the hurtled stones; they fell ill with the gravy
duck: and he sod town with the roust of the meast. With the old sit in
his shoulders, and the new satin atlas onder his uxter, erning his
breadth to the swelt of his proud and, picking up the emberose of the
lizod lights, his tail toiled of spume and spawn, and the bulk of him,
and hulk of him as whenever it was he reddled a ruad to riddle a rede
from the sphinxish pairc while Ede was a guardin, ere love a side
issue.

Let us hear, therefore, as you honour and obey the queen, whither the
indwellingness of that which shamefieth be entwined of one or atoned
of two. It was so duusk that the tears of night began to fall, first
by ones and twos, then by threes and fours, at last by fives and sixes
of sevens, for the tired ones were wecking, as we weep now with them.



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When there shall be foods for vermin as full as feeds for the fett,
eat on earth as there’s hot in oven. The aged monad making a
venture out of the murder of investment. We will not say it shall not
be, this passing of order and order’s coming, but in the
herbest country and in the country around Blath as in that city self
of legionds they look for its being ever yet. Though not yet had the
sailor sipped that sup nor the humphar foamed to the fill. So you see
the Mookse he had reason as I knew and you knew and he knew all along.
To such a suggestion the one selfrespecting answer is to affirm that
there are certain statements which ought not to be, and one should
like to hope to be able to add, ought not to be allowed to be made.

And it was not a long time till he was feeling true forim he was
goodda purssia and it was short after that he was fooling mehaunt to
mehynte he was an injine ruber.

Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering
are there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the
facts, is there also at the same time, only a little to the rere? He
has the lac of wis-dom under every dent in his lofter while the other
follow’s onni vesy milky indeedmymy. As the curly bard said
after kitchin the womn in his hym to the hum of her garments.
That’s his little veiniality. Lokk for himself and see the old
butte new. It was free but was it art? And around the lawn the rann it
rann and this is the rann that Hosty made. It does not go. But
meet-ings mate not as forsehn. Say them all but tell them apart,
cadenzando coloratura!

I feel as heavy as yonder stone. And she lit up and fire-land was
ablaze. I considered the lilies on the veldt and unto Balkis did I
disclothe mine glory. You will hardly reconnoitre the old wife in the
new bustle and the farmer shinner in his latterday paint. She was well
under ninety, poor late Mrs, and had tastes of the poetics, me having
stood the pilgarlick a fresh at sea when the moon also was standing in
a corner of sweet Standerson my ski.

And in contravention to the constancy of chemical combinations not
enough of all the slatters of him left for Peeter the Picker to make
their threi sevelty filfths of a man out of. There end no moe red
devil in the white of his eye. He will arrive inces — santly in
the fraction of a crust, who, could he quit doubling and stop
tippling, he would be the unicorn of his kind. She said she
wouldn’t be half her length away. He is seeking an opening and
means to be first with me as his belle alliance. To such a suggestion
the one selfrespecting answer is to affirm that there are certain
statements which ought not to be, and one should like to hope to be
able to add, ought not to be allowed to be made. Beats that cachucha
flat. ‘Twould dilate your heart to go. You will never have
post in your pocket unless you have brasse on your plate. I tossed
that one long before anyone. Three for two will do for me and he for
thee and she for you. The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies
is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up.

3 When she tripped against the briery bush he profused her allover
with curtsey flowers. His ros in sola velnere and he sicckumed of
homnis terrars. He was leaving out of my double inns while he was all
teppling over my single ixits. The loamsome roam to Laffayette is
ended. Tell me, tell me, how cam she camlin through all her fellows,
the neckar she was, the diveline? In the name of the former and of the
latter and of their holo-caust. He was ours, all fragrance.

If I were to speak my ohole mouthful to arinam about it you should
call me the ormuzd aliment in your midst of faime. Well, am I to blame
for that if I have? Now my other point. I know I am. When Phishlin
Phil wants throws his lip ’tis pholly to be fortune flonting
and whoever’s gone to mix Hotel by the salt say water
there’s nix to nothing we can do for he’s never again
to sea.

Let us hear, therefore, as you honour and obey the queen, whither the
indwellingness of that which shamefieth be entwined of one or atoned
of two. Because the druiven were muskating at the door.
There’s nothing to touch it, we are taucht, unless
she’d care for a mouthpull of white pud-ding for the wish is
on her rose marine and the lunchlight in her eye, so when you pet the
rollingpin write my name on the pie.

He has had some indiejestings, poor thing, for quite a little while,
confused by his tonguer of baubble. He looks rather thin, imitating
me.

But look what you have in your handself!

I pick up your reproof, the horsegift of a friend, For the prize of
your save is the price of my spend. This is his big wide harse.

But be the alleance of iern on his flamen vestacoat, the fibule of
brooch-bronze to his wintermantle of pointefox.

Askt to whether she minded whither he smuked? Look before behind
before you strip you. You have a hoig view ashwald, a glen of marrons
and of thorns. By the watch, what is the time, pace? What
can’t be coded can be decorded if an ear aye sieze what no eye
ere grieved for.

You notice it in that rereway because the male entail partially
eclipses the femecovert.

(Hourihaleine) It might have been a happy evening but . . .

His thoughts that wouldbe words, his livings that havebeen deeds.

As if your tinger winged ting to me hear. The man in the street can
see the coming event. The four of them and thank court now there were
no more of them. If he spice east he seethes in sooth and if he pierce
north he wilts in the waist. Yes, before all this has time to end the
golden age must return with its vengeance.

And the chicks picked their teeths and the domb-key he begay began.
This is the triplewon hat of Lipoleum. I seen your missus in the hall.
Seeks, buzzling is brains, the feinder. It has been blurtingly bruited
by certain wisecrackers (the stinks of Mohorat are in the nightplots
of the morning), that he suffered from a vile disease. When we will
conjugate to-gether toloseher tomaster tomiss while morrow fans amare
hour, verbe de vie and verve to vie, with love ay loved have I on my
back spine and does for ever. Is it a pinny or is it a surplice? I am
hather of the missed. (They were saying). For newmanmaun set a marge
to the merge of unnotions.2 Gamester Damester in the road to Rouen, he
grows more like his deed every die.

And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the other time,
the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the
writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he
passing out of one desire into its fellow.

Sleep in the water, drug at the fire, shake the dust off and dream
your one who would give her sidecurls to.

Bussing was before the blood and bissing will behind the curtain.
Liddell lokker through the leafery, ours is mistery of pain.3 You may
spin on youthlit’s bike and multiplease your Mike and Nike
with your kickshoes on the algebrars but, volve the virgil page and
view, the O of woman is long when burly those two muters sequent her
so from Nebob4 see you never stray who’ll nimm you nice and
nehm the day.

You have it alright. He feels he ought to be as asamed of me as me to
be ashunned of him. A palashe for hirs, a saucy for hers and ladlelike
spoons for the wonner.

Now listed to one aneither and liss them down and smoothen out your
leaves of rose.

She just as fenny as he is fulgar. The height herup exalts it and the
lowness her down aba-seth it. Mirrylamb, she was shuffering all the
diseasinesses of the unherd of. What’s good for the gorse is a
goad for the garden. But he could be near a colonel with a voice like
that. For we, we have taken our sheet upon her stones where we have
hanged our hearts in her trees; and we list, as she bibs us, by the
waters of babalong. I was just trying to think when I thought I felt a
flea. And the prankquean went for her forty years’ walk in
Turnlemeem and she punched the curses of cromcruwell with the nail of
a top into the jiminy and she had her four larksical monitrix to touch
him his tears and she provorted him to the onecertain allsecure and he
became a tristian. Then Nuvoletta reflected for the last time in her
little long life and she made up all her myriads of drifting minds in
one.



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Put off the old man at the very font and get right on with the nutty
sparker round the back. (our maypole once more where he rose of old)
and the canto was chantied there chorussed and christened where by the
old tollgate, Saint Annona’s Street and Church. By the queer
quick twist of her mobcap and the lift of her shift at random and the
rate of her gate of going the pace, two thinks at a time, her country
I’m proud of. The ring man in the rong shop but the rite words
by the rote order!

: and so, to mark a bank taal she arter, the obedience of the citizens
elp the ealth of the ole. The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the
jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up. For
the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of the
foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from Borneholm has jest
come to crown. Old Vickers sate down on their airs and straightened
the points of their lace. The straight road down the centre (see
relief map) bisexes the park which is said to be the largest of his
kind in the world. This is the glider that gladdened the girl5 that
list to the wind that lifted the leaves that folded the fruit that
hung on the tree that grew in the garden Gough gave. Will you,
won’t you, pango with Pepigi? And there were left now an only
elmtree and but a stone.

And, I declare, what was there on the yonder bank of the stream that
would be a river, parched on a limb of the olum, bolt downright, but
the Gripes? That it was like his poll. And here now they are, the fear
of um. It was so duusk that the tears of night began to fall, first by
ones and twos, then by threes and fours, at last by fives and sixes of
sevens, for the tired ones were wecking, as we weep now with them. To
such a suggestion the one selfrespecting answer is to affirm that
there are certain statements which ought not to be, and one should
like to hope to be able to add, ought not to be allowed to be made. To
pump the fire of the lewd into those soulths of bauchees,
havsouse-dovers, tillfellthey deadwar knootvindict.

The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life
outlusts a lieftime. And who eight the last of the goose —
bellies that was mowlding from measlest years and who leff that there
and who put that here and who let the kilkenny stale the chump. The
siss of the whisp of the sigh of the softzing at the stir of the ver
grose O arundo of a long one in midias reeds: and shades began to
glidder along the banks, greepsing, greepsing, duusk unto duusk, and
it was as glooming as gloaming could be in the waste of all peacable
worlds. BUTT (at the signal of his act which seems to sharpnel his
innermals menody, playing the spool of the little brown jog round the
wheel of her whang goes the millner). Even the recollection of willow
fronds is a spellbinder that lets to hear.3 The rushes by the grey
nuns’ pond: ah eh oh let me sigh too. The remains must be
removed before eaght hours shorp.

I had four in the morning and a couple of the lunch and three later
on, but your saouls to the dhaoul, do ye. This is the ffrinch that
fire on the Bull that bang the flag of the Prooshious. I can see him
in the fishnoo! I have abwaited me in a water of Elin and I have
placed my reeds intectis before the Registower of the perception of
tribute in the hall of the city of Analbe. Whose every has
herdifferent from the similies with her site. So they fished in the
kettle and fought free and if she bit his tailibout all hat tiffin for
thea. Our isle is Sainge. He took a round stroll and he took a stroll
round and he took a round strollagain till the grillies in his head
and the leivnits in his hair made him thought he had the Tossmania. If
you want to be felixed come and be parked. Your sole and myopper must
hereupon part company. All me life I have been lived among them but
now they are becoming lothed to me. Of all the stranger things that
ever not even in the hundrund and badst pageans of unthowsent and
wonst nice or in eddas and oddes bokes of tomb, dyke and hollow to be
have happened! Not Rose, Sevilla nor Citronelle; not Esmeralde,
Pervinca nor Indra; not Viola even nor all of them four themes over.
You notice it in that rereway because the male entail partially
eclipses the femecovert. This is the propper way to say that, Sr. If
it’s me chews to swallow all you saidn’t you can eat
my words for it as sure as there’s a key in my kiss. And they
leaved the most leavely of leaftimes and the most folliagenous till
there came the marrer of mirth and the jangthe-rapper of all
jocolarinas and they were as were they never ere. The wee taste the
water left. When that hark from the air said it was Captain Finsen
makes cum-hulments and was mayit pressing for his suit I said are you
there here’s nobody here only me. Paronama! In this wet of his
prow. Here’s our dozen cousins from the starves on tripes. of
stone, belgroved of mulbrey, the still that was mill and Kloster that
was Yeomansland, the ghastcold tombshape of the quick fore-gone on,
the loftleaved elm Lefanunian above — mansioned, each, every, all
is for the retro — spectioner. It will paineth the chastenot in
that where of his whence he had loseth his once for every, even though
mode grow moramor maenneritsch and the Tarara boom decay. Be these
meer marchant taylor’s fablings of a race referend with oddman
rex?

The only parr with frills in old the plain. And it was not a long time
till he was feeling true forim he was goodda purssia and it was short
after that he was fooling mehaunt to mehynte he was an injine ruber.
If you only were there to explain the meaning, best of men, and talk
to her nice of guldenselver. Give him an eyot in the farout. It may
be, we moest ons hasten selves te declareer it, that he reglimmed?
presaw? the fields of heat and yields of wheat where corngold Ysit?
shamed and shone. Yes, before all this has time to end the golden age
must return with its vengeance. But the hasard you asks is justly ever
behind his meddle throw! A reine of the shee, a shebeen quean, a queen
of pranks. To these nunce we are but yours in ammatures yet well come
that day we shall ope to be ores. I want to see you looking fine for
me. For the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields
of the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from Borneholm
has jest come to crown. I know it is difficult but when your goche I
go dead. It might have been what you call your change of my life but
there’s the chance of a night for my lifting. This is Mont
Tivel, this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. In this
wireless age any owl rooster can peck up bostoons. Do you hold
yourself then for some god in the manger, Sheho-hem, that you will
neither serve not let serve, pray nor let pray?

It reminds you of the outwashed engravure that we used to be blurring
on the blotchwall of his innkempt house. And it is surely a lesser
ignorance to write a word with every consonant too few than to add all
too many.

To such a suggestion the one selfrespecting answer is to affirm that
there are certain statements which ought not to be, and one should
like to hope to be able to add, ought not to be allowed to be made. My
heaviest crux and dairy lot it is, with a bed as hard as the
thinkamuddles of the Greeks and a board as bare as a Roman altar. And
they laying low for his home gang in that eeriebleak mead, with
fireball feast and turkeys tumult and paupers patch to provide his bum
end. For mine qvinne I thee giftake and bind my hosenband I thee
halter. There’s nothing to touch it, we are taucht, unless
she’d care for a mouthpull of white pud-ding for the wish is
on her rose marine and the lunchlight in her eye, so when you pet the
rollingpin write my name on the pie. Worndown shoes upon his feet, to
whose redress no tongue can tell! And some say they seen old dummydeaf
with a leaf of bronze on his cloak so grey, trooping his colour a pace
to the reire.

Galory bit of the sales of Cloth nowand I have to beeswax the bringing
in all the claub of the porks to us how I thawght I knew his stain on
the flower if me ask and can could speak and he called by me midden
name Tik. There was, so plays your ahrtides. Sometimes he would keep
silent for a few minutes as if in prayer and clasp his forehead and
during the time he would be thinking to himself and he would not mind
anybody who would be talking to him or crying stinking fish. They are
to come of twinning age so soon as they may be born to be eldering
like those olders while they are living under chairs. Her sheik to
Slave, his dick to Dave and the fat of the land to Guygas. But still
Moo thought on the deeps of the undths he would profoundth come the
morrokse and still Gri feeled of the scripes he would escipe if by
grice he had luck enoupes. Pull the boughpee to see how we sleep.
Outstamp and dis — tribute him at the expanse of his society.
Thej olly and thel ively, thou billy with thee coo, for to jog a jig
of a crispness nice and sing a missal too. From the last finger on the
second foot of the fourth man to the first one on the last one of the
first. His scutschum fessed, with archers strung, helio, of the
second. Sometimes he would keep silent for a few minutes as if in
prayer and clasp his forehead and during the time he would be thinking
to himself and he would not mind anybody who would be talking to him
or crying stinking fish. Yet the ring gayed rund rorosily with a drat
for a brat You. And greater grown then in the trifle of her days, a
mouse, a mere tittle, trots offwith the whole panoromacron picture. Or
this is a perhaps cleaner example. It is well known. But how
trans-paringly nontrue, gentlewriter!

I am no scholar but I loved that man who has africot lupps with the
moonshane in his profile, my shemblable! I can see that, I see you
are. This one once upon awhile was the other but this is the other one
nighadays. Positing, as above, too males pooles, the one the pictor of
the other and the omber the Skotia of the one, and looking want-ingly
around our undistributed middle between males we feel we must
waistfully woent a female to focus and on this stage there pleasantly
appears the cowrymaid M. whom we shall often meet below who introduces
herself upon us at some precise hour which we shall again agree to
call absolute zero or the babbling pumpt of platinism. From the last
finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first one on the
last one of the first. For the joy of the dew on the flower of the
fleets on the fields of the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild
main from Borneholm has jest come to crown. I can see that, I see you
are. Were these anglers or angel-ers coexistent and compresent with or
without their tertium quid? — Three in one, one and three. Whatif
she be in flags or flitters, reekierags or sundyechosies, with a mint
of mines or beggar a pinnyweight. As gent would deem oncontinent.

That was what stuck to the Comtesse Cantilene while she was sticking
out Mavis Toffeelips to feed her soprannated huspals, and it is
henceforth associated with her names. I had four in the morning and a
couple of the lunch and three later on, but your saouls to the dhaoul,
do ye. If you only were there to explain the meaning, best of men, and
talk to her nice of guldenselver.

I could put him under my pallyass and slepp on him all nights as I
would roll myself for holy poly over his borrowing places. (I am sure
that tiring chabelshovel-ler with the mujikal chocolat box, Miry
Mitchel, is listening) I say, the remains of the outworn gravemure
where used to be blurried the Ptollmens of the Incabus. He took a
round stroll and he took a stroll round and he took a round
strollagain till the grillies in his head and the leivnits in his hair
made him thought he had the Tossmania. I will not break the seal.

HEPTAGRAMMATON.



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If he spice east he seethes in sooth and if he pierce north he wilts
in the waist. But I told him make your will be done and go to a
general and I’d pray confessions for him. Hesitency was
clearly to be evitated. That she seventip toe her chrysming, that she
spin blue to scarlad till her temple’s veil, that the Mount of
Whoam it open it her to shelterer! Any pretty dears are to be caught
inside but it is a bad pities of the plain. The alum that winters on
his top is the stale of the staun that will soar when he stambles till
that hag of the coombe rapes the pad off his lock. The alum that
winters on his top is the stale of the staun that will soar when he
stambles till that hag of the coombe rapes the pad off his lock. His
Thing Mod have undone him: and his madthing has done him man. In peace
and silence.

So then she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back
again at Jarl van Hoother’s in a brace of samers and the
jiminy with her in her pinafrond, lace at night, at another time. For
then was the age when hoops ran high. He wished to grieve on the good
persons, that is the four gentlemen. The latter! This is the
blessed.And he tassed him tartly and he sassed him smartly, tig for
tager, strop for stripe, as long as there’s a lyasher on a
kyat.

And they leaved the most leavely of leaftimes and the most
folliagenous till there came the marrer of mirth and the
jangthe-rapper of all jocolarinas and they were as were they never
ere. It may be, we moest ons hasten selves te declareer it, that he
reglimmed? presaw? the fields of heat and yields of wheat where
corngold Ysit? shamed and shone. He has lately commited one of the
then commandments but she will now assist. What with reins here and
ribbons there all your hands were employed so she never knew was she
on land or at sea or swooped through the blue like Airwinger’s
bride. But all that’s left to the last of the Meaghers in the
loup of the years prefixed and between is one kneebuckle and two hooks
in the front. Sleep in the water, drug at the fire, shake the dust off
and dream your one who would give her sidecurls to. Fourth position of
solution. Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine
clothiering are there all the time or that the feminine fiction,
stranger than the facts, is there also at the same time, only a little
to the rere?

The thing pleased him andt, and andt, He larved ond he larved on he
merd such a nauses The Gracehoper feared he would mixplace his fauces.
Hoet of the rough throat attack but whose say is soft but whose ee has
a cute angle, he whose hut is a hissarlik even as her hennin’s
aspire. The ring man in the rong shop but the rite words by the rote
order! At last he listed back to beckline how she pranked alone so
johntily. This one once upon awhile was the other but this is the
other one nighadays. The action which was at the instance of the
trustee of the heathen church emergency fund, suing by its trustee, a
resigned civil servant, for the pay-ment of tithes due was heard by
Judge Doyle and also by a com — mon jury. But no geste reveals
the unconnouth. He took a round stroll and he took a stroll round and
he took a round strollagain till the grillies in his head and the
leivnits in his hair made him thought he had the Tossmania. A
terricolous vively-onview this; queer and it continues to be quaky.
And the prankquean went for her forty years’ walk in
Turnlemeem and she punched the curses of cromcruwell with the nail of
a top into the jiminy and she had her four larksical monitrix to touch
him his tears and she provorted him to the onecertain allsecure and he
became a tristian. And it was not a long time till he was feeling true
forim he was goodda purssia and it was short after that he was fooling
mehaunt to mehynte he was an injine ruber.

Vetus may be occluded behind the mou in Veto but Nova will be nearing
as their radient among the Nereids. And steppes on stilts ever since.
It was folded with cunning, sealed with crime, uptied by a harlot,
undone by a child. Yes, before all this has time to end the golden age
must return with its vengeance. Only noane told missus of her massas
behaving she would laugh that flat that after that she had sanked down
on her fat arks they would shaik all to sheeks. And it was thus he was
at every time, that son, and the other time, the day was in it and
after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the writing chap of the
psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he passing out of one
desire into its fellow.

But only the ruining of the rain has heard. By the queer quick twist
of her mobcap and the lift of her shift at random and the rate of her
gate of going the pace, two thinks at a time, her country I’m
proud of. You were the doublejoynted janitor the morning they were
delivered and you’ll be a grandfer yet entirely when the
ritehand seizes what the lovearm knows. Weth a whistle for methanks.
— Good marrams and good merrymills, sayd good mothers gossip,
bobbing his bowing both ways with the bents and skerries, when they
were all in the old walled of Kinkincaraborg (and that they did
overlive the hot air of Montybunkum upon the coal blasts of
Mitropolitos let there meeds be the hourihorn), hibernia-ting after
seven oak ages, fearsome where they were he had gone dump in the
doomering this tide where the peixies would pickle him down to the
button of his seat and his sess old soss Erinly into the boelgein with
the help of Divy and Jorum’s locquor and shut the door after
him to make a rarely fine Ran’s cattle of fish.

The bold shame of me! But if this could see with its backsight
he’d be the grand old greeneyed lobster.

Well, yeamen, I have bared my whole past, I flatter myself, on both
sides. We are advised the waxy is at the present in the Sweeps
hospital and that he may never come out! Humph is in his doge. But you
must sit still. And the Prince Le Monade has been graciously pleased.
But wait until our sleeping. For the joy of the dew on the flower of
the fleets on the fields of the foam of the waves of the seas of the
wild main from Borneholm has jest come to crown. And his continence
fell.

Phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall
the pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish. His face
is the face of a son. And no doubt he was fit to be dried for why had
he not been having the juice of his times? 4 Where he fought the
shessock of his stimmstammer and we caught the pepettes of our
lovelives. Father ourder about the mathers of prenanciation. The
jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and
the Willingdone git the band up.

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. Guiltless of much laid to him he was clearly for once at
least he clearly expressed himself as being with still a trace of his
erstwhile burr sod hence it has been received of us that it is true.

He cooed that loud nor he was young. If you were bowed and soild and
letdown itself from the oner of the load it was that paddyplanters
might pack up plenty and when you were undone in every point fore the
laps of goddesses you showed our labourlasses how to free was easy.

And a crack quatyouare of stenoggers they made of themselves, solons
and psy — chomorers, all told, with their hurts and daimons,
spites and clops, not even to the seclusion of their beast by them
that was the odd trick of the pack, trump and no friend of carrots.

That he exactly could not tell the worshipfuls but his mother-inwaders
had the recipis for the price of the coffin and that he was there to
tell them that herself was the velocipede that could tell them kitcat.
Let’s root out Brimstoker and give him the thrall of our
lives. The child we all love to place our hope in for ever.



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: telling them take their time, yungfries, and wait till the tide
stops (for from the first his day was a fortnight) and offering the
prize of a bittersweet crab, a little present from the past, for their
copper age was yet unminted, to the winner. Ye can stop as ye are,
little lay mothers, and wait in wish and wish in vain till the grame
reaper draws nigh, with the sickle of the sickles, as a blessing in
disguise.

This is the glider that gladdened the girl5 that list to the wind that
lifted the leaves that folded the fruit that hung on the tree that
grew in the garden Gough gave. And trickle me through was she
marcellewaved or was it weirdly a wig she wore.

The man thut won the bettlle of the bawll. When you’ll next
have the mind to retire to be wicked this is as dainty a way as any.
All me life I have been lived among them but now they are becoming
lothed to me. They are set, force to force. And so he was. That a head
in thighs under a bush at the sunface would bait a serpent to a
millrace through the heather. We might do with rubiny leeses.

The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair
and the Willingdone git the band up.

Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering
are there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the
facts, is there also at the same time, only a little to the rere? Or
this is a perhaps cleaner example.

And howelse do we hook our hike to find that pint of porter place? A
stake in our mead.

Why was that man for he’s doin her wrong! I bet you this dozen
odd. I tossed that one long before anyone. There can be no candle to
hold to it, can there? Just to see would we hear how Jove and the
peers talk.

Now my other point. As who has come returns.

If you don’t like my story get out of the punt. Yed he never
knew we seen us before. And by all I hold sacred on earth clouds and
in heaven I swear to you on my piop and oath by the awe of Shaun (and
that’s a howl of a name!) that I will commission to the flames
any incendiarist whosoever or ahriman howsoclever who would endeavour
to set ever annyma roner moother of mine on fire.

I askt you, dear lady, to judge on my tree by our fruits.

Let there beam a frishfrey. Pet her, pink him, play pranks with them.
I’m always as tickled as can be over Man in a Surplus by the
Lady who Pays the Rates. It is well known. Noo err historyend goody.
Where is the greenest island off the black coats of Spaign? Ah, who
would wipe her weeper dry and lead her to the halter? But in the
pragma what formal cause made a smile of that to-think? First she let
her hair fal and down it flussed to her feet its teviots winding
coils. Inexcessible as thy by god ways. You mustn’t miss it or
you’ll be sorry. You reeker, he stands pat for you before a
direct object in the feminine.

Gaylegs to riot of us!

Oh! Your parn! O, she talks, does she? You hald him by the tap of the
tang. What have you there-fore? Oh! You are of course. If you
don’t like my story get out of the punt.

When the messanger of the risen sun, (see other oriel) shall give to
every seeable a hue and to every hearable a cry and to each spectacle
his spot and to each happening her houram. Howbeit we heard not a son
of sons to leave by him to oceanic society in his old man without a
thing in his ignorance, Tulko MacHooley.

Where there was a fair.young . . . The four of them and thank court
now there were no more of them. On the mead of the hillock lay,
heartsoul dormant mid shadowed landshape, brief wallet to his side,
and arm loose, by his staff of citron briar, tradition stick-pass-on.
2 And if they was setting on your stool as hard as my was she could
beth her bothom dolours he’d have a culious impressiom on the
diminitive that chafes our ends. From the last finger on the second
foot of the fourth man to the first one on the last one of the first.
They are tales all tolled. For the joy of the dew on the flower of the
fleets on the fields of the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild
main from Borneholm has jest come to crown. A pessim may frequent you
to say: Have you been seeing much of Talis and Talis those times?
optimately meaning: Will you put up at hree of irish? The thing
pleased him andt, and andt, He larved ond he larved on he merd such a
nauses The Gracehoper feared he would mixplace his fauces. Then
whereabouts in Ow and Ovoca? From the last finger on the second foot
of the fourth man to the first one on the last one of the first.

By sylph and salamander and all the trolls and tritons, I mean to top
her drive and to tip the tap of this, at last. What bird has done
yesterday man may do next year, be it fly, be it moult, be it hatch,
be it agreement in the nest. For we, we have taken our sheet upon her
stones where we have hanged our hearts in her trees; and we list, as
she bibs us, by the waters of babalong.

When the messanger of the risen sun, (see other oriel) shall give to
every seeable a hue and to every hearable a cry and to each spectacle
his spot and to each happening her houram.

The elm that whimpers at the top told the stone that moans when
stricken. Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine
clothiering are there all the time or that the feminine fiction,
stranger than the facts, is there also at the same time, only a little
to the rere?

Dear Sister, in perfect leave again I say take a brokerly advice and
keep it to yourself that we, Jaun, first of our name here now make all
receptacles of, free of price.



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It has been blurtingly bruited by certain wisecrackers (the stinks of
Mohorat are in the nightplots of the morning), that he suffered from a
vile disease.

With sobs for his job, with tears for his toil, with horror for his
squalor but with pep for his perdition,1 lo, the boor plieth as the
laird hireth him. And we put on your clock again, sir, for you. We
have a cop of her fist right against our nosibos. If you were bowed
and soild and letdown itself from the oner of the load it was that
paddyplanters might pack up plenty and when you were undone in every
point fore the laps of goddesses you showed our labourlasses how to
free was easy.

With a haygue for a halt on a pouncefoot panse. With Mata and after
please with Matamaru and after please stop with Matamaruluka and after
stop do please with Matamarulukajoni. You will say it is most
unenglish and I shall hope to hear that you will not be wrong about
it. Well, our talks are coming to be resumed by more polite
conversation with a huntered persent human over the natural bestness
of pleisure after his good few mugs of humbedumb and shag. For that
(the rapt one warns) is what papyr is meed of, made of, hides and
hints and misses in prints. You are not going to not. If you see him
it took place there. So that was kow he became the foerst of our
treefellers? — Yesche and, in the absence of any soberiquiet, the
fanest of our truefalluses.

For he devoused the lelias on the fined and he conforted samp, tramp
and marchint out of the drumbume of a narse.

I am rarumominum blessed to see you, my dear mouster. She jist does
hopes till byes will be byes. Only noane told missus of her massas
behaving she would laugh that flat that after that she had sanked down
on her fat arks they would shaik all to sheeks. With you drawing out
great aims to hazel me from the hummock with your sling. For them whom
he have fordone make we newly thankful! The kurds of Copt on the
berberutters and their bedaweens! We see that wonder in your eye.

If thees lobed the sex of his head and mees ates the seep of his
traublers he’s dancing figgies to the spittle side and shoving
outs the soord. Et would proffer to his delected one the his trifle
from the grass. What harm if she knew how to cockle her mouth! But
they broken waters and they made whole waters at they surfered bark to
the lots of his vauce. And, allerthings, never to ate the sour deans
if they weren’t having anysin on their consients.

The eirest race, the ourest nation, the airest place that
erestationed. And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the
other time, the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the
name is on the writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a
dearmate and he passing out of one desire into its fellow. For the joy
of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of the foam of
the waves of the seas of the wild main from Borneholm has jest come to
crown.

Bear in mind, son of Hokmah, if so be you have me — theg in your
midness, this man is mountain and unto changeth doth one ascend.

I’ve an eye on queer Behan and old Kate and the butter, trust
me.

God’s drought, he sayd, after a few daze, thinking of all
those bliakings, how leif pauses!

Agog and magog and the round of them agrog.

You gave me a boot (signs on it!) and I ate the wind. And Shim
shallave shome.

2 When the dander rattles how the peacocks prance!

He was grey at three, like sygnus the swan, when he made his boo to
the public and barnacled up to the eyes when he repented after seven.

Julie and Lulie at their parkiest. — The amenities, the amenities
of the amenities with all their amenities. The four of them and thank
court now there were no more of them.

It is how sweet from her, the wispful, and they are soon seen swopsib
so a sautril as a meise. She tossed her sfumastelliacinous hair like
le princesse de la Petite Bretagne and she rounded her mignons arms
like Mrs Cornwallis–West and she smiled over herself like the
beauty of the image of the pose of the daughter of the queen of the
Em-perour of Irelande and she sighed after herself as were she born to
bride with Tristis Tristior Tristissimus.



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And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the other time,
the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the
writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he
passing out of one desire into its fellow. We who live under heaven,
we of the clovery kingdom, we middlesins people have often watched the
sky overreaching the land.

Otherwised, holding their noises, they insinuate quiet private, Ni, he
make peace in his preaches and play with esteem. Is it a pinny or is
it a surplice?

And the prankquean pulled a rosy one and made her wit foreninst the
dour. Then shalt thou see, seeing, the sight. I was just trying to
think when I thought I felt a flea. For she’ll be sweet for
you as I was sweet when I came down out of me mother.

For the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of
the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from Borneholm has
jest come to crown. She that will not feel my ful-moon let her peel to
thee as the hoyden and the impudent!

And of course all chimed din width the eatmost boviality.

(There extand by now one thou-sand and one stories, all told, of the
same). I could lead you there and I still by you in bed. Her would be
too moochy afreet. What a mnice old mness it all mnakes!

His thoughts that wouldbe words, his livings that havebeen deeds. Good
wheat! But I would not care to be so unfruitful to my own part as to
swear for the moment posi-tively as to the views of Denmark.

For that saying is as old as the howitts. What do you lack? A shieling
in cop-pingers and porrish soup all days.

Gulp a bulper at parting and the moore the melodest! In spect of her
beavers she is a womanly and sacret. Hound through the maize has fled.
I heard the man Shee shinging in the pantry bay. But his phizz fell. I
am doing it. I never sought of sinkathink. For a nod to the nabir is
better than wink to the wabsanti. There is a wish on them to be not
doing or anything. There you are! She can show all her lines, with
love, license to play. Which is he?

And he sod her in Iarland, paved her way from Maizenhead to Youghal.

And let her rain now if she likes.

Luckily there is another cant to the questy.

Else there is danger of. Find the frenge for frocks and translace it
into shocks of such as touch with show and show.

So that was kow he became the foerst of our treefellers? — Yesche
and, in the absence of any soberiquiet, the fanest of our
truefalluses.

Lorimers and leathersellers, skinners and salters, pewterers and
paperstainers, parishclerks, fletcherbowyers, girdlers, mercers,
cordwainers and first, and not last, the weavers.

I want to hear all about Anna Livia. You gave me a boot (signs on it!)
and I ate the wind. Three for two will do for me and he for thee and
she for you. And the chicks picked their teeths and the domb-key he
begay began. Have you seen her? Have you seen her? Teek heet to that
looswallawer how he bolo the bat! Hand tore it and wild went war. Our
island, Rome and duty! And you have it, old Sem, pat as ah be seated!
All we wants is to get peace for posses-sion. There’s a split
in the infinitive from to have to have been to will be. Old yeaster
— loaves may be a stale as a stub and the pitcher go to aftoms on
the wall. 4 Let me blush to think of all those halfwayhoist pullovers.
A flink dab for a freck dive and a stern poise for a swift pounce was
frankily at the manual arith sure enough which was the bekase he
knowed from his cradle, no bird better, why his fingures were giving
him whatfor to fife with. He’d be our chosen one in the matter
of Brittas more than anarthur. And so like that former son of a kish
who went up and out to found his farmer’s ashes we come down
home gently on our own turnedabout asses to meet Margareen. This is
the bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind
them. For hugh and guy and goy and jew. We thought, would and did. And
around the lawn the rann it rann and this is the rann that Hosty made.

So they fished in the kettle and fought free and if she bit his
tailibout all hat tiffin for thea. But with a rush out of his navel
reaching the reredos of Ramasbatham.

Then everyone will hear of it. For he devoused the lelias on the fined
and he conforted samp, tramp and marchint out of the drumbume of a
narse.

Burrus, let us like to imagine, is a genuine prime, the real choice,
full of natural greace, the mildest of milkstoffs yet unbeaten as a
risicide and, of course, obsoletely unadulterous whereat Caseous is
obversely the revise of him and in fact not an ideal choose by any
meals, though the betterman of the two is meltingly addicted to the
more casual side of the arrivaliste case and, let me say it at once,
as zealous over him as is passably he.

Oh! No silver ash or switches for that one! She sid herself she hardly
knows whuon the annals her graveller was, a dynast of Leinster, a wolf
of the sea, or what he did or how blyth she played or how, when, why,
where and who offon he jumpnad her and how it was gave her away. And
the whale’s away with the grayling! Out of the paunschaup on
to the pyre. I’m chory to see P. Shuter. And thanks ever so
many for the ten and the one with nothing at all on.

In fine, we have heard, as it happened, of Spartacus intercellular.
The old hunks on the hill read it to perlection. Just to see would we
hear how Jove and the peers talk.

Out of the paunschaup on to the pyre. And so everybody heard their
plaint and all listened to their plause.

So they fished in the kettle and fought free and if she bit his
tailibout all hat tiffin for thea. It should of been my other with his
leickname for he’s the head and I’m an everdevoting
fiend of his. There’s the Belle for Sexaloitez! 3 Pure
chingchong idiotism with any way words all in one soluble. The uneven
day of the unleventh month of the unevented year. And no doubt he was
fit to be dried for why had he not been having the juice of his times?

Vetus may be occluded behind the mou in Veto but Nova will be nearing
as their radient among the Nereids. This is the glider that gladdened
the girl5 that list to the wind that lifted the leaves that folded the
fruit that hung on the tree that grew in the garden Gough gave.



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Guiltless of much laid to him he was clearly for once at least he
clearly expressed himself as being with still a trace of his erstwhile
burr sod hence it has been received of us that it is true.

Then, then, as soon as the lump his back was turned, with her
mealiebag slang over her shulder, Anna Livia, oysterface, forth of her
bassein came. He was grey at three, like sygnus the swan, when he made
his boo to the public and barnacled up to the eyes when he repented
after seven.

The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life
outlusts a lieftime.

It would be a charity for me to think about something which I must on
no caste accounts omit, if you ask to me. You don’t reckoneyes
him?

Figtreeyou! Ah, ho!

But you did establish personal contact?

I always know by your brights and shades.

If you will take the view of the sea, it is at hand.

For the sake of the farbung and of the scent and of the holiodrops.
Buy! — Ef I chuse to put a bullet like yu through the grill for
heckling what business is that of yours, yu bullock? — I
don’t know, sir. And whatever one did they said, the
fourlings, that on no acounts you were not to. And around the lawn the
rann it rann and this is the rann that Hosty made.

There is a wish on them to be not doing or anything. Have you seen my
darling only one? gobbet for its quantity of quality but who wants to
cheat the choker’s got to learn to chew the cud. From prudals
to the secular but from the cumman to the nowter.

It is most ernst terooly a moresome intartenment.

I know how racy they move his wheel. What hoo, they band! It is
polisignstunter. And look at here! Fenny poor hex she must have
charred. And no doubt he was fit to be dried for why had he not been
having the juice of his times? It is for me goolden wending. But you
must sit still.

He nobit smorfi and go poltri and let all the tondo gang bola del
ruffo. 3 What I would like is a jade louistone to go with the
moon’s increscent. For poor Glugger was dazed and late in his
crave, ay he, laid in his grave.

To the heroest champion of Eren and his braceoelanders and Gowan,
Gawin and Gonne.

There end no moe red devil in the white of his eye. It is all so often
and still the same to me.

Never to vvol-lusslleepp in the pleece of the poots.

And thanks ever so many for the ten and the one with nothing at all
on. It is in your orangery, I take it, you have your letters. He may
be humpy, nay, he may be dumpy but there is always something racey
about, say, a sailor on a horse.

4 If I’d more in the cups that peeves thee you could
cracksmith your rows tureens.

As cad could be. I am not leering, I pink you pardons. And no doubt he
was fit to be dried for why had he not been having the juice of his
times? Oh, how it was duusk!

If you only were there to explain the meaning, best of men, and talk
to her nice of guldenselver.

Parfaitly. With the lawyers sticking to his trewsershins and the
swatme-notting on the basque of his beret. Here is one. thing you owed
two noe. Or what — ever it was they threed to make out he thried
to two in the Fiendish park.

His beneficiaries are legion in the part he created: they number up
his years. What do you show on?

To me or not to me. My Eilish assent he seed makes his admiracion. The
doun is theirs and still to see for menags if he strikes a
lousaforitch and we’ll come to those baregazed shoeshines if
you just shoodov a second. And the hunk in his trunk it would be an
insalt foul the matter of that cellaring to a pigstrough. I cannot let
it. We will take our walk before in the timpul they ring the earthly
bells. Someone he was, whuebra they were, in a tactic attack or in
single combat. I most certainly think so about it.

You have it alright. The child we all love to place our hope in for
ever. He is guessing at hers for all he is worse, the seagoer. We can
take or leave.

The solid man saved by his sillied woman. But all that’s left
to the last of the Meaghers in the loup of the years prefixed and
between is one kneebuckle and two hooks in the front. For this was a
stinksome inkenstink, quite puzzonal to the wrottel. Secret satieties
and onanymous letters make the great unwatched as bad as their
betters. If thees lobed the sex of his head and mees ates the seep of
his traublers he’s dancing figgies to the spittle side and
shoving outs the soord. And she, of the jilldaw’s nest2 who
tears up lettereens she never apposed a pen upon.3 Yet sung of love
and the monster man. When one of him sighs or one of him cries
’tis you all over.

Who was for shouting down the shatton on the lamp of Jeeshees. We were
too happy. So sing they sequent the assent of man. On the face of it,
to volt back to our desultory horses, and for your roughshod mind,
bafflelost bull, the affair is a thing once for all done and there you
are somewhere and finished in a certain time, be it a day or a year or
even supposing, it should eventually turn out to be a serial number of
goodness gracious alone knows how many days or years.

Angelinas, hide from light those hues that your sin beau may bring to
light! For I feel I could near to faint away. I seen your missus in
the hall. I could lead you there and I still by you in bed. Where it
is nobler in the main to supper than the boys and errors of
out-rager’s virtue. There’s a split in the infinitive
from to have to have been to will be.

Take thee live will save thee wive?

And I’d lie as quiet as a moss. Soons to come. Though Eset
fibble it to the zephiroth and Artsa zoom it round her heavens for
ever. Very shortly he will smell sweetly when he will hear a weird to
wean.

But, by the beer of his profit, he cannot answer.

So you be either man or mouse and you be neither fish nor flesh. Well,
well, wellsowells! And what hoa, they buck! Wharnow are alle her
childer, say? If he’s at anywhere she’s therefor to
join him. The has goning at gone, the is coming to come.

How is this at all?

A spitter that can be depended on. Yep, we open hap coseries in the
home. They will be lichening for allof. Well down, good other! And I
suppose they told you too that my roll of life is not natural? They
know how they believe that they believe that they know.

Her is one which rassembled to mein enormally.

For the sake of the farbung and of the scent and of the holiodrops. We
can cop that with our straat that is called corkscrewed. I could snap
them when I see them winking at me in bed.



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The water of the face has flowed. The strongers. For the sake of the
farbung and of the scent and of the holiodrops. That was about it,
jah! Old yeaster — loaves may be a stale as a stub and the
pitcher go to aftoms on the wall. He fould the fourd; they found the
hurtled stones; they fell ill with the gravy duck: and he sod town
with the roust of the meast.

By the watch, what is the time, pace? Where are we at all? and
whenabouts in the name of space? So you were saying, boys?

Sleep in the water, drug at the fire, shake the dust off and dream
your one who would give her sidecurls to.

When parties get tight for each other they lose all respect together.
We thought, would and did.

A progress shall be made in walk, ney?

So could I too and without the scrope of a pen.

Yes, yes!Mind your hats goan in! But all is her-inbourne.

I knew some-thing would happen.

An infant sailing eggshells on the floor of a wet day would have more
sabby.

Hear where the bolgylines, Yseen here the puncture. And to the
dirtiment of the curtailment of his all of man? When there shall be
foods for vermin as full as feeds for the fett, eat on earth as
there’s hot in oven.

For the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of
the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from Borneholm has
jest come to crown. This is not the end of this by no manners means.
And still nowanights and by nights of yore do all bold floras of the
field to their shyfaun lovers say only: Cull me ere I wilt to thee!

Whoforyou lies his last, by the wrath of Bog, like the erst curst Hun
in the bed of his treubleu Donawhu. Who in his heart doubts either
that the facts of feminine clothiering are there all the time or that
the feminine fiction, stranger than the facts, is there also at the
same time, only a little to the rere?

So you see the Mookse he had reason as I knew and you knew and he knew
all along. He feels he ought to be as asamed of me as me to be
ashunned of him.

I could listen to maure and moravar again. And it was thus he was at
every time, that son, and the other time, the day was in it and after
the morrow Diremood is the name is on the writing chap of the psalter,
the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he passing out of one desire into
its fellow. : telling them take their time, yungfries, and wait till
the tide stops (for from the first his day was a fortnight) and
offering the prize of a bittersweet crab, a little present from the
past, for their copper age was yet unminted, to the winner. So then
she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back again at
Jarl van Hoother’s in a brace of samers and the jiminy with
her in her pinafrond, lace at night, at another time.

And they all about her, juvenile leads and ingenuinas, from the slime
of their slums and artesaned wellings, rickets and riots, like the
Smyly boys at their vicereine’s levee.

The silence speaks the scene. What had she on, the liddel oud oddity?
Poor the pay! And nose well down. But he could be near a colonel with
a voice like that. At last he listed back to beckline how she pranked
alone so johntily.

Let you be Beeton. I gave you of the tree. Yet is no body present here
which was not there before. Keep cool faith in the firm, have warm
hoep in the house and begin frem athome to be chary of charity. But
you must sit still. For we, we have taken our sheet upon her stones
where we have hanged our hearts in her trees; and we list, as she bibs
us, by the waters of babalong. Here the Shoebenacaddie!) and legging a
jig or so on the sihl to show them how to shake their benders and the
dainty how to bring to mind the gladdest garments out of sight and all
the way of a maid with a man and making a sort of a cackling noise
like two and a penny or half a crown and holding up a silliver shiner.
In this tear Vikloe vich he lofed. She will nod ampro-perly smile.
Veil, volantine, valentine eyes. Rot a peck of pa’s malt had
Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory end to the regginbrow was to
be seen ringsome on the aquaface.

Mind you, now, that he was in the dumpest of earnest orthough him jawr
war hoo hleepy hor halk urthing hurther. Phall if you but will, rise
you must: and none so soon either shall the pharce for the nunce come
to a setdown secular phoenish. They’ll have to have us now
then we’re here on theirspot. Let them be seen! More poestries
from Chickspeer’s with gleechoreal music or a jaculation from
the garden of the soul. And still here is noctules and can tell things
acommon on by that fluffy feeling. This is Canon Futter with the
popynose. Let us leave theories there and return to here’s
here. Once for the chantermale, twoce for the pother and once twoce
threece for the waither.

Post the post! with a high voice and O, the higher on high the deeper
and low, I heard him so! In kingdome gone or power to come or gloria
be to them farther? Sat shin, shillipen? she knew the vice out of
bridewell was a bad fast man by his walk on the spot.

And off coursse the toller, ples the dotter of his eyes with her: Moke
the Wanst, whye doe we aime alike a pose of poeter peaced? In kingdome
gone or power to come or gloria be to them farther? Thus the
hearsomeness of the burger felicitates the whole of the polis. The
eirest race, the ourest nation, the airest place that erestationed. He
had not the declaination, as what with the foos as whet with the fays,
but so far as hanging a goobes on the precedings, wherethen the lag
allows, it mights be anything after darks.

The why or whether she looked alottylike like ussies and whether he
had his wimdop like themses shut? She must have been a gadabount in
her day, so she must, more than most. He’s cookinghagar that
rost her prayer to him upon the top of the stairs.

But they broken waters and they made whole waters at they surfered
bark to the lots of his vauce.

I want to get it frisk from the soorce. I have been told I own
stolemines or something of that sorth in the sooth of Spainien. The
unmistaken identity of the persons in the Tiberiast du-plex came to
light in the most devious of ways. All the presents are deter-mining
as regards for the future the howabouts of their past absences which
they might see on at hearing could they once smell of tastes from
touch. The siss of the whisp of the sigh of the softzing at the stir
of the ver grose O arundo of a long one in midias reeds: and shades
began to glidder along the banks, greepsing, greepsing, duusk unto
duusk, and it was as glooming as gloaming could be in the waste of all
peacable worlds.

A he whence Rahoulas!) from the ostmen’s dirtby on the old
vic, to forget in expiating manslaughter and, reberthing in
remarriment out of dead seekness to devine previ-dence, (if you are
looking for the bilder deep your ear on the movietone!) to league his
lot, palm and patte, with a papishee.

He wollops his mouther with a sword of tusk in as because that he
confesses how opten he used be obening her howonton he used be
undering her. Some one we was with us all fours. Why, wonder of
wenchalows, what o szeszame open, v doer s t doing?

Breathe thet deep.

Are you sarthin suir?

Yes, by the way.

His producers are they not his consumers?

Yes, by the way. But Croona is in adestance.

And we are not trespassing on his corns either. And grant thaya
grace!But the horn, the drinking, the day of dread are not now. And
whase hitched to the hop in his tayle?If he spice east he seethes in
sooth and if he pierce north he wilts in the waist.

Plunk! said he. And still a light moves long the river.

While the bucks bite his dos his hart bides the ros till the bounds of
his bays bell the warning. There’s nothing to touch it, we are
taucht, unless she’d care for a mouthpull of white pud-ding
for the wish is on her rose marine and the lunchlight in her eye, so
when you pet the rollingpin write my name on the pie.

It was long after once there was a lealand in the luffing ore it was
less after lives thor a toyler in the tawn at all ohr it was note
before he drew out the moddle of Kersse by jerkin his dressing but and
or it was not before athwartships he buttonhaled the
Norweeger’s capstan. From the last finger on the second foot
of the fourth man to the first one on the last one of the first. Bear
in mind, son of Hokmah, if so be you have me — theg in your
midness, this man is mountain and unto changeth doth one ascend. This
is the glider that gladdened the girl5 that list to the wind that
lifted the leaves that folded the fruit that hung on the tree that
grew in the garden Gough gave.

Evidentament he has failed as tiercely as the deuce before for she is
wearing none of the three. He wished to grieve on the good persons,
that is the four gentlemen. He had not the declaination, as what with
the foos as whet with the fays, but so far as hanging a goobes on the
precedings, wherethen the lag allows, it mights be anything after
darks.

When a part so ptee does duty for the holos we soon grow to use of an
allforabit. The vervain is to herald as the grass admini-sters. With
the Byrns which is far better and eve for ever your idle be. Let
manner and matter of this for these our sporting times be cloaked up
in the language of blushfed porporates that an Anglican ordinal, not
reading his own rude dunsky tunga, may ever behold the brand of
scarlet on the brow of her of Babylon and feel not the pink one in his
own damned cheek.



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If goosseys gazious would but fain smile him a smile he would be
fondling a praise he ate some nice bit of fluff. So then she started
to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back again at Jarl van
Hoother’s in a brace of samers and the jiminy with her in her
pinafrond, lace at night, at another time. O, you mean the strangle
for love and the sowiveall of the prettiest? The alum that winters on
his top is the stale of the staun that will soar when he stambles till
that hag of the coombe rapes the pad off his lock. There was plumbs
and grumes and cheriffs and citherers and raiders and cinemen too. If
he spice east he seethes in sooth and if he pierce north he wilts in
the waist. This is the glider that gladdened the girl5 that list to
the wind that lifted the leaves that folded the fruit that hung on the
tree that grew in the garden Gough gave.

Petticoat’s asleep but in the gentlenest of her thoughts apoo
is a nursepin. To such a suggestion the one selfrespecting answer is
to affirm that there are certain statements which ought not to be, and
one should like to hope to be able to add, ought not to be allowed to
be made. Did the market missioners Hayden Wombwell, when given the
raspberry, fine more than sandsteen per cent of chalk in the purity,
promptitude and perfection flour of this raw materialist and less than
a seventh pro mile in his meal?

Evidentament he has failed as tiercely as the deuce before for she is
wearing none of the three. With the old sit in his shoulders, and the
new satin atlas onder his uxter, erning his breadth to the swelt of
his proud and, picking up the emberose of the lizod lights, his tail
toiled of spume and spawn, and the bulk of him, and hulk of him as
whenever it was he reddled a ruad to riddle a rede from the sphinxish
pairc while Ede was a guardin, ere love a side issue. Did speece
permit the bad example of setting before the military to the best of
our belief in the earliest wish of the one in mind was the mitigation
of the king’s evils. It was so duusk that the tears of night
began to fall, first by ones and twos, then by threes and fours, at
last by fives and sixes of sevens, for the tired ones were wecking, as
we weep now with them. And they leaved the most leavely of leaftimes
and the most folliagenous till there came the marrer of mirth and the
jangthe-rapper of all jocolarinas and they were as were they never
ere.

Botlettle I thought she’d act that loa. Mine kinder come, mine
wohl be won. 4 Where he fought the shessock of his stimmstammer and we
caught the pepettes of our lovelives. Phall if you but will, rise you
must: and none so soon either shall the pharce for the nunce come to a
setdown secular phoenish.

Then Nuvoletta reflected for the last time in her little long life and
she made up all her myriads of drifting minds in one. And into the
river that had been a stream (for a thousand of tears had gone eon her
and come on her and she was stout and struck on dancing and her
muddied name was Missis-liffi) there fell a tear, a singult tear, the
loveliest of all tears (I mean for those crylove fables fans who are
‘keen’ on the pretty-pretty commonface sort of thing
you meet by hopeharrods) for it was a leaptear.

But the whacker his word the weaker our ears for auracles who parles
parses orileys. Ethiaop lore, the poor lie. Still we know how Day the
Dyer works, in dims and deeps and dusks and darks. It was long after
once there was a lealand in the luffing ore it was less after lives
thor a toyler in the tawn at all ohr it was note before he drew out
the moddle of Kersse by jerkin his dressing but and or it was not
before athwartships he buttonhaled the Norweeger’s capstan.

The movibles are scrawling in motions, marching, all of them ago, in
pitpat and zingzang for every busy eerie whig’s a bit of a
torytale to tell. But before proceeding to conclusively confute this
begging question it would be far fitter for you, if you dare! to
hasitate to consult with and consequentially attempt at my disposale
of the same dime-cash problem elsewhere naturalistically of course,
from the blinkpoint of so eminent a spatialist. If they cut his nose
on the stitcher they had their sive n good reasons. You were the
doublejoynted janitor the morning they were delivered and
you’ll be a grandfer yet entirely when the ritehand seizes
what the lovearm knows.

While the bucks bite his dos his hart bides the ros till the bounds of
his bays bell the warning. That’s the side that appeals to em,
the wring wrong way to wright woman.

When the moon of mourning is set and gone. I could snap them when I
see them winking at me in bed. As the curly bard said after kitchin
the womn in his hym to the hum of her garments.

The water of the face has flowed. To weat: Breath and bother and
whatarcurss. Him her first lap, her his fast pal, for ditcher for
plower, till deltas twoport. It was so duusk that the tears of night
began to fall, first by ones and twos, then by threes and fours, at
last by fives and sixes of sevens, for the tired ones were wecking, as
we weep now with them.

He is seeking an opening and means to be first with me as his belle
alliance. We might leave that nitrience of oxagiants to take its free
of the air and just analectralyse that very chymerical com-bination,
the gasbag where the warderworks.

For the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of
the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from Borneholm has
jest come to crown. A tear or two in time is all there’s toot.
That he exactly could not tell the worshipfuls but his mother-inwaders
had the recipis for the price of the coffin and that he was there to
tell them that herself was the velocipede that could tell them kitcat.
It is a pinch of scribble, not wortha bottle of cabbis. For a nod to
the nabir is better than wink to the wabsanti. Flieflie for the
jillies and a bombambum for the nappotondus.

And some say they seen old dummydeaf with a leaf of bronze on his
cloak so grey, trooping his colour a pace to the reire. I mean about
what you know.

Siar, I am deed. He feels he ought to be as asamed of me as me to be
ashunned of him. That host that hast one on the hoose when backturns
when he facefronts none none in the house his geust has guest.

You are in your puerity. This is the ffrinch that fire on the Bull
that bang the flag of the Prooshious. The crisp of the crackling is in
the chawing.

Then breath more bother and more whatarcurss. The must of his
glancefull coaxing the beam in her eye? I could bet I am. So they
fished in the kettle and fought free and if she bit his tailibout all
hat tiffin for thea. In the Dee dips a dame and the dame desires a
demselle but the demselle dresses dolly and the dolly does a
dulcydamble.

So now, to thalk thildish, thome, theated with Mag at the oilthan we
are doing to thay one little player before doing to deed. And it was
thus he was at every time, that son, and the other time, the day was
in it and after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the writing chap
of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he passing out of
one desire into its fellow. And here now they are, the fear of um.



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But they broken waters and they made whole waters at they surfered
bark to the lots of his vauce.

Here have sylvan coyne, a piece of oak. Notes and queries, tipbids and
answers, the laugh and the shout, the ards and downs.

Yet be there some who mourn him, concluding him dead, and more there
be that wait astand. Well, we simply like their demb cheeks, the
Rathgarries, wagging here about around the rhythms in me amphybed and
he being as bothered that he pausably could by the fallth of hampty
damp. But so bare, so boulder, brag sagging such a brr bll bmm show
that, of Barindens, the white alfred, it owed to have at leased some
butchup’s upperon. It was corso in cursu on coarser again.
Siar, I am deed. (She like them like us, me and you, had thoud he
n’er it would haltin so lithe when leased is tacitempust
tongue). Will bee all buzzy one another minnies for the mere effect
that you are so fuld of pollen yourself.

Then Nuvoletta reflected for the last time in her little long life and
she made up all her myriads of drifting minds in one. Unless they
changes by mistake. Of their fear they broke, they ate wind, they
fled; where they ate there they fled; of their fear they fled, they
broke away.

Then we’ll have a free trade Gaels’ band and mass
meeting For to sod the brave son of Scandiknavery. Then mem and hem
and the jaque-jack. It’s a candlelittle houthse of a month and
one windies. With a haygue for a halt on a pouncefoot panse. 7 Oh,
could we do with this waddled of ours like that redbanked profanian
with his bakset of yosters. For the joy of the dew on the flower of
the fleets on the fields of the foam of the waves of the seas of the
wild main from Borneholm has jest come to crown. And another time
please confine your glaring intinuations to some other mordant body.
When old the wormd was a gadden and Anthea first unfoiled her limbs
wanderloot was the way the wood wagged where opter and apter were
samuraised twimbs.

And do you think T might have being his seventh! And the Prince Le
Monade has been graciously pleased. If you only were there to explain
the meaning, best of men, and talk to her nice of guldenselver. And
the hunk in his trunk it would be an insalt foul the matter of that
cellaring to a pigstrough.

This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk from the hinnessy.

The ring man in the rong shop but the rite words by the rote order!
The alum that winters on his top is the stale of the staun that will
soar when he stambles till that hag of the coombe rapes the pad off
his lock. You invoiced him last Eatster so he ought to give us
hockockles and everything.

Her would be too moochy afreet. Old Vickers sate down on their airs
and straightened the points of their lace. Gently or strongly as she
likes. The fine ice so temperate of our, alas, those times are not so
far off as you might wish to be congealed. He soughed it from the luft
but that bore ne mark ne message.

The Mookse had a sound eyes right but he could not all hear.

And they fell upong one another: and themselves they have fallen. If
you will take the view of the sea, it is at hand.

Take her out of poor tuppeny luck before she goes off in pure treple
licquidance. We have to had them whether we’ll like it or not.

To part from these, my corsets, is into overlusting fear.

And that now was how it was.

While the turf and twigs they tattle.

Who do you no tonigh, lazy and gentleman?

Yes, pearse.

It were too exceeding really if one woulds to offer at sulk an
oldivirdual a pinge of hinge hit. This is the bissmark of the marathon
merry of the jinnies they left behind them. He was hardset then.

He is cured by faith who is sick of fate.

Are those their fata which we read in sibylline between the fas and
its nefas?

With his primal hand-stoe in his sole salivarium.

It is the softest morning that ever I can ever remember me.Niggs,
niggs and niggs again. As we there are where are we are we there from
tomtittot to teetootomtotalitarian.

(our maypole once more where he rose of old) and the canto was
chantied there chorussed and christened where by the old tollgate,
Saint Annona’s Street and Church.

How you said how you’d give me the keys of me heart.

6 Tomatoes malmalaid with De Quinceys salade can be tastily served
with Indiana Blues on the violens.

As El Negro winced when he wonced in La Plate.

And your soreful miseries first come on you.

Yes, of course, we all know Anna Livia. Sherlook is lorking for him.

The old Marino tale. Will you hold your peace and listen well to what
I am going to say now?

It was her, boy the boy that was loft in the larch. The mouth that
tells not will ever attract the unthinking tongue and so long as the
obseen draws theirs which hear not so long till allearth’s
dumbnation shall the blind lead the deaf.

You can tell by their extraordinary clothes. But she ruz two feet hire
in her aisne aestumation. The Porters, so to speak, after their
shadowstealers in the newsbaggers, are very nice people, are they not?
You are not going to not.

Yes, I know, go on. If I did ate toughturf I’m not a
mishy-missy. The straight road down the centre (see relief map)
bisexes the park which is said to be the largest of his kind in the
world.

Eldsfells! sayd he. By the fearse wave behoughted.

His face is the face of a son.

That he was when he was not eluding from the whole of the woman.

With three hunkered peepers and twa and twas! As gent would deem
oncontinent. The augustan peacebetothem oaks, the monolith rising
stark from the moonlit pinebarren. Did speece permit the bad example
of setting before the military to the best of our belief in the
earliest wish of the one in mind was the mitigation of the
king’s evils.

This is the Willingdone hanking the half of the hat of lipoleums up
the tail on the buckside of his big white harse. Twice is he gone to
quest of her, thrice is she now to him. My latest lad’s
loveliletter I am sore I done something with. The man in the street
can see the coming event.

For what we are, gifs a gross if we are, about to believe.

The fine ice so temperate of our, alas, those times are not so far off
as you might wish to be congealed.

Here English might be seen.

She’s the very besch Winnie blows Nay on good.

To such a suggestion the one selfrespecting answer is to affirm that
there are certain statements which ought not to be, and one should
like to hope to be able to add, ought not to be allowed to be made.

He is guessing at hers for all he is worse, the seagoer.

The Mookse had a sound eyes right but he could not all hear. And what
was the wyerye rima she made! The man in the street can see the coming
event. There is nothing like leuther.

The oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay.
All’s so herou from us him in a kitchernott darkness, by
hasard and worn rolls arered, we must grope on till Zerogh hour like
pou owl giaours as we are would we salve aught of moments for our
aysore today.

As we there are where are we are we there from tomtittot to
teetootomtotalitarian. Twice is he gone to quest of her, thrice is she
now to him. It may half been a missfired brick, as some say, or it
mought have been due to a collupsus of his back promises, as others
looked at it. The two princes of the tower royal, daulphin and
deevlin, to lie how they are without to see. The defence alleged that
payment had been made effective.

That a head in thighs under a bush at the sunface would bait a serpent
to a millrace through the heather. Ten men, ton men, pen men, pun men,
wont to rise a ladder. The vervain is to herald as the grass
admini-sters. Is then any lettersday from many peoples,
Daganasanavitch?Since ancient was our living is in possible to be.So
much for His Meignysthy man! And it was thus he was at every time,
that son, and the other time, the day was in it and after the morrow
Diremood is the name is on the writing chap of the psalter, the
juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he passing out of one desire into its
fellow.

I am offering this to Signorina Cuticura and I intend to take it up
and bring it under the nosetice of Herr Harlene by way of diverting
his attentions.

He beached the bark of his tale; and set to husband and vine: and the
harpermaster told all the living conservancy, know Meschiameschianah,
how that win a gain was in again.

When you’ll next have the mind to retire to be wicked this is
as dainty a way as any. Moving about in the free of the air and mixing
with the ruck. By sylph and salamander and all the trolls and tritons,
I mean to top her drive and to tip the tap of this, at last.

To these nunce we are but yours in ammatures yet well come that day we
shall ope to be ores. He is happily to sleep, limb of the Lord, with
his lifted in blessing, his buchel Iosa, like the blissed angel he
looks so like and his mou is semiope as though he were blowdelling on
a bugigle. This is the glider that gladdened the girl5 that list to
the wind that lifted the leaves that folded the fruit that hung on the
tree that grew in the garden Gough gave. So then she started to rain
and to rain and, be redtom, she was back again at Jarl van
Hoother’s in a brace of samers and the jiminy with her in her
pinafrond, lace at night, at another time. Guiltless of much laid to
him he was clearly for once at least he clearly expressed himself as
being with still a trace of his erstwhile burr sod hence it has been
received of us that it is true.

Every dimmed letter in it is a copy and not a few of the silbils and
wholly words I can show you in my Kingdom of Heaven.

And from the poignt of fun where I am crying to arrive you at they are
on allfore as foibleminded as you can feel they are fablebodied.
Manhead very dirty by am anoyato. And roll away the reel world, the
reel world, the reel world! Now for a strawberry frolic! Bynight as
useful as a vomit to a shorn man. And whase hitched to the hop in his
tayle? The way is free. But why pit the cur afore the noxe? For he was
ever their quarrel, the way they would see themselves, everybug his
bodiment atop of annywom her notion, and the meet of their noght was
worth two of his morning. So could I too and without the scrope of a
pen. With that turbary water who could see? The silence speaks the
scene.But speak it allsosiftly, moulder! If he spice east he seethes
in sooth and if he pierce north he wilts in the waist. Et would
proffer to his delected one the his trifle from the grass. So what are
you going to do about it?

Then, stealing his thunder, but in the befitting le-gomena of the
smaller country, (probable words, possibly said, of field family
gleaming) a bit duskish and flavoured with a smile, seein as ow his
thoughts consisted chiefly of the cheerio, he aptly sketched for our
soontobe second parents (sukand see whybe!) the touching seene. For
spuds we’ll keep the hat he wore And roll in clover on his
clay By wather parted from the say. As popular as when Belly the First
was keng and his members met in the Diet of Man. The same shop slop in
the window. Does he drink because I am sorely there shall be no more
Kates and Nells. When there shall be foods for vermin as full as feeds
for the fett, eat on earth as there’s hot in oven.

4 Where he fought the shessock of his stimmstammer and we caught the
pepettes of our lovelives.

Not where the Finn fits into the Mourne, not where the Nore takes
lieve of Blþm, not where the Braye divarts the Farer, not where the
Moy changez her minds twixt Cullin and Conn tween Cunn and Collin?
That he was when he was not eluding from the whole of the woman. We
can cop that with our straat that is called corkscrewed. He fould the
fourd; they found the hurtled stones; they fell ill with the gravy
duck: and he sod town with the roust of the meast. In a gabbard he
barqued it, the boat of life, from the harbourless Ivernikan Okean,
till he spied the loom of his landfall and he loosed two croakers from
under his tilt, the gran Phenician rover. Sometime then, somewhere
there, I wrote me hopes and buried the page when I heard Thy voice,
ruddery dunner, so loud that none but, and left it to lie till a
kissmiss coming. And he asked from him how the hitch did do this my
fand sulkers that mone met the Kidballacks which he suttonly
remembered also where the hatch was he endnew strandweys he’s
that fond sutchenson, a penincular fraimd of mind, fordeed he was
langseling to talka holt of hems, clown toff, tye hug fliorten. This
is the glider that gladdened the girl5 that list to the wind that
lifted the leaves that folded the fruit that hung on the tree that
grew in the garden Gough gave. He was the care-lessest man I ever see
but he sure had the most sand. Till tree from tree, tree among trees
tree over tree become stone to stone, stone between stones, stone
under stone for ever. How she was handsome, the wild Amazia, when she
would seize to my other breast! This is the bissmark of the marathon
merry of the jinnies they left behind them. And it was thus he was at
every time, that son, and the other time, the day was in it and after
the morrow Diremood is the name is on the writing chap of the psalter,
the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he passing out of one desire into
its fellow. He cooed that loud nor he was young.

From the last finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first
one on the last one of the first. Guiltless of much laid to him he was
clearly for once at least he clearly expressed himself as being with
still a trace of his erstwhile burr sod hence it has been received of
us that it is true. What if she love Sieger less though she leave Ruhm
moan? He made the sign on the feaster.

I have abwaited me in a water of Elin and I have placed my reeds
intectis before the Registower of the perception of tribute in the
hall of the city of Analbe. For he devoused the lelias on the fined
and he conforted samp, tramp and marchint out of the drumbume of a
narse. His jymes is out of job, would sit and write. That he was when
he was not eluding from the whole of the woman. There an alomdree
begins to green, soreen seen for loveseat, as we know that should she,
for by essentience his law, so it make all.

The soundwaves are his buffeteers; they trompe him with their trompes;
the wave of roary and the wave of hooshed and the wave of hawhawhawrd
and the wave of neverheedthemhorseluggarsandlisteltomine. The aged
monad making a venture out of the murder of investment. They care for
nothing except everything that is allporterous. Let us leave theories
there and return to here’s here. So that was the end. It may
not or maybe a no concern of the Guinnesses but. I cannot say for it
is of no significance at all. For whole the world to see.

For the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of
the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from Borneholm has
jest come to crown. Up tighty in the front, down again on the loose,
drim and drumming on her back and a pop from her whistle. One by one
place one be three dittoh and one before. Dell me where, the fairy
ferse time! Heated residence in the heart of the orangeflavoured
mudmound had partly ob-literated the negative to start with, causing
some features pal — pably nearer your pecker to be swollen up
most grossly while the farther back we manage to wiggle the more we
need the loan of a lens to see as much as the hen saw. Drawing nearer
to take our slant at it (since after all it has met with misfortune
while all underground), let us see all there may remain to be seen.
The fine ice so temperate of our, alas, those times are not so far off
as you might wish to be congealed.

Between a stare and a sough. 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.

The fine ice so temperate of our, alas, those times are not so far off
as you might wish to be congealed. When you’ll next have the
mind to retire to be wicked this is as dainty a way as any.

The roof herof is of massicious jasper and a canopy of Tyrian awning
rises and still descends to it. And it was not a long time till he was
feeling true forim he was goodda purssia and it was short after that
he was fooling mehaunt to mehynte he was an injine ruber.

Never to weaken up in place of the broths. Titentung Tollertone in S.
Sabina’s. Aye aye, she was lithe and pleasable. Dispatch in
thin red lines cross the shortfront of me Belchum. But they broken
waters and they made whole waters at they surfered bark to the lots of
his vauce.

We are advised the waxy is at the present in the Sweeps hospital and
that he may never come out! (Hourihaleine) It might have been a happy
evening but . . . She can’t put her hand on him for the
mo-ment. Yes, before all this has time to end the golden age must
return with its vengeance. Yet be there some who mourn him, concluding
him dead, and more there be that wait astand. From the last finger on
the second foot of the fourth man to the first one on the last one of
the first. And around the lawn the rann it rann and this is the rann
that Hosty made.

Put off the old man at the very font and get right on with the nutty
sparker round the back. In spect of her beavers she is a womanly and
sacret.

The novened iconostase of his blueygreyned vitroils but begins in
feint to light his legend. So he sought with the lobestir claw of his
propencil the clue of the wickser in his ear.

So was keshaned on for his recent behaviour. And thanks ever so many
for the ten and the one with nothing at all on. Arms apeal with larms,
appalling.

A baser meaning has been read into these characters the literal sense
of which decency can safely scarcely hint. And whase hitched to the
hop in his tayle?

Only noane told missus of her massas behaving she would laugh that
flat that after that she had sanked down on her fat arks they would
shaik all to sheeks.

It is ever too late to whissle when Phyllis floods her stable. From
the last finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first one
on the last one of the first.

And, the hag they damename Coverfew hists from her lane.

From the last finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first
one on the last one of the first. He has encaust in the blood. And the
Dutches dyin loffin at his pon peck de Barec. We thank to thine,
mighty innocent, that diddest bring it off fuitefuite. But, of course,
he could call himself Tem, too, if he had time to? We’ve heard
it sinse sung thousandtimes. Where it is nobler in the main to supper
than the boys and errors of out-rager’s virtue.

Enough, however, have I read of it, like my good bedst friend, to
augur in the hurry of the times that it will cocommend the widest
circulation and a reputation coextensive with its merits when
inthrusted into safe and pious hands upon so edifying a mission as it,
I can see, as is his. We insurrectioned and, be the procuratress of
the hory synnotts, before he could tell pullyirragun to parrylewis, I
shuttm, missus, like a wide sleever!

The soundwaves are his buffeteers; they trompe him with their trompes;
the wave of roary and the wave of hooshed and the wave of hawhawhawrd
and the wave of neverheedthemhorseluggarsandlisteltomine. So then she
started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back again at Jarl
van Hoother’s in a brace of samers and the jiminy with her in
her pinafrond, lace at night, at another time.

The soundwaves are his buffeteers; they trompe him with their trompes;
the wave of roary and the wave of hooshed and the wave of hawhawhawrd
and the wave of neverheedthemhorseluggarsandlisteltomine.



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For we, we have taken our sheet upon her stones where we have hanged
our hearts in her trees; and we list, as she bibs us, by the waters of
babalong. Hither, craching eastuards, they are in surgence: hence,
cool at ebb, they requiesce. Who in his heart doubts either that the
facts of feminine clothiering are there all the time or that the
feminine fiction, stranger than the facts, is there also at the same
time, only a little to the rere? Were these anglers or angel-ers
coexistent and compresent with or without their tertium quid? —
Three in one, one and three. But all that’s left to the last
of the Meaghers in the loup of the years prefixed and between is one
kneebuckle and two hooks in the front. Which in the ambit of its orbit
heaved a sink her sailer alongside of a drink her drainer from the
basses brothers, those two theygottheres. When there shall be foods
for vermin as full as feeds for the fett, eat on earth as
there’s hot in oven. For we, we have taken our sheet upon her
stones where we have hanged our hearts in her trees; and we list, as
she bibs us, by the waters of babalong.

I have abwaited me in a water of Elin and I have placed my reeds
intectis before the Registower of the perception of tribute in the
hall of the city of Analbe.

And around the lawn the rann it rann and this is the rann that Hosty
made. With a ring ding dong, they raise clasped hands and advance more
steps to retire to the saum. Much as she was when the.fancy cutter out
col-lecting milestones espied her aseesaw on a fern. The forgein
offils is on the shove to lay you out dossier.

His fuchs up the staires and the ladgers in his haires, he ought to
win that V.V.C. Fullgrapce for an endupper, half muxy on his whole!
The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair
and the Willingdone git the band up. Still onappealed to by the cycles
and unappalled by the recoursers we feel all serene, never you fret,
as regards our dutyful cask.

There’s nothing to touch it, we are taucht, unless
she’d care for a mouthpull of white pud-ding for the wish is
on her rose marine and the lunchlight in her eye, so when you pet the
rollingpin write my name on the pie. He was grey at three, like sygnus
the swan, when he made his boo to the public and barnacled up to the
eyes when he repented after seven. Because I am altogether a chap too
fly and hairyman for to infradig the like of that ultravirulence.

He cud bad caw nor he was gray Like wather parted from the say. The
lady with the lamp. The while we, we are waiting, we are waiting for.
This is the glider that gladdened the girl5 that list to the wind that
lifted the leaves that folded the fruit that hung on the tree that
grew in the garden Gough gave. From the last finger on the second foot
of the fourth man to the first one on the last one of the first.

She he she ho she ha to la. It was so duusk that the tears of night
began to fall, first by ones and twos, then by threes and fours, at
last by fives and sixes of sevens, for the tired ones were wecking, as
we weep now with them. Let us leave theories there and return to
here’s here.

4 Have you ever thought of a hitching your stern and being ourdeaned,
Mester Bootenfly, here’s me and Myrtle is twinkling to know.
We are once amore as babes awondering in a wold made fresh where with
the hen in the storyaboot we start from scratch. I, the mightif beam
maircanny, which bit his mirth too early or met his birth too late! He
was poached on in that eggtentical spot. And where did she come but to
the bar of his bristolry. For he was ever their quarrel, the way they
would see themselves, everybug his bodiment atop of annywom her
notion, and the meet of their noght was worth two of his morning. He
took a round stroll and he took a stroll round and he took a round
strollagain till the grillies in his head and the leivnits in his hair
made him thought he had the Tossmania. Though not yet had the sailor
sipped that sup nor the humphar foamed to the fill.

The prankquean was to hold her dummyship and the jimminies was to keep
the peacewave and van Hoother was to git the wind up. There was a
minute silence before memory’s fire’s rekindling and
then.

I mean, our strifestirrer, does she do fleurty winkies with herself
Pussy is never alone, as records her chambrette, for she can always
look at Biddles and talk petnames with her little playfilly when she
is sitting downy on the ploshmat. She tossed her sfumastelliacinous
hair like le princesse de la Petite Bretagne and she rounded her
mignons arms like Mrs Cornwallis–West and she smiled over herself
like the beauty of the image of the pose of the daughter of the queen
of the Em-perour of Irelande and she sighed after herself as were she
born to bride with Tristis Tristior Tristissimus. For we have
performed upon thee, thou abrama — nation, who comest ever
without being invoked, whose coming is unknown, all the things which
the company of the precentors and of the grammarians of
Christpatrick’s ordered concerning thee in the matter of the
work of thy tombing.

And they leaved the most leavely of leaftimes and the most
folliagenous till there came the marrer of mirth and the
jangthe-rapper of all jocolarinas and they were as were they never
ere. With the Byrns which is far better and eve for ever your idle be.
You can ken that they come of a rarely old family by their costumance
and one must togive that one supped of it in all tonearts from awe to
zest. Always raving how we had the wrinkles of a snailcharmer and the
slits and sniffers of a fellow that fell foul of the county de Loona
and the meattrap of the first vegetarian.

It will pleased me behind with thanks from before and love to self and
all I remain here your truly friend. Guiltless of much laid to him he
was clearly for once at least he clearly expressed himself as being
with still a trace of his erstwhile burr sod hence it has been
received of us that it is true. Were these anglers or angel-ers
coexistent and compresent with or without their tertium quid? —
Three in one, one and three.

The four of them and thank court now there were no more of them.
Evidentament he has failed as tiercely as the deuce before for she is
wearing none of the three. There is a wish on them to be not doing or
anything.

The prankquean was to hold her dummyship and the jimminies was to keep
the peacewave and van Hoother was to git the wind up. To such a
suggestion the one selfrespecting answer is to affirm that there are
certain statements which ought not to be, and one should like to hope
to be able to add, ought not to be allowed to be made. One cannot even
begin to post figure out a statuesquo ante as to how slow in reality
the excommunicated Drumcondriac, nate Hamis, really was. Never divorce
in the bedding the glove that will give you away. I could snore to him
of the spumy horn, with his woolseley side in, by the neck I am sutton
on, did Brian d’ of Linn. It is bycause of what he was ascend
into his prisonce on account off.

O yes, Lord Pournterfamilias has been marryingman ever since so long
time in Hurtleforth, where he appeers as our oily the active, and, yes
indeed, he has his mic son and his two fine mac sons and a superfine
mick want they mack metween them.

Of all the stranger things that ever not even in the hundrund and
badst pageans of unthowsent and wonst nice or in eddas and oddes bokes
of tomb, dyke and hollow to be have happened! I certainly know. So
they fished in the kettle and fought free and if she bit his tailibout
all hat tiffin for thea. Opvarts and at ham, or this ogry Osler will
oxmaul us all, sayd he, like one familiar to the house, while Waldemar
was heeling it and Maldemaer was toeing it, soe syg he was walking
from the bowl at his food and the meer crank he was waiting for the
tow of his turn. And quite as patenly there is a hole in the ballet
trough which the rest fell out. Did speece permit the bad example of
setting before the military to the best of our belief in the earliest
wish of the one in mind was the mitigation of the king’s
evils. Poor old dear Paul Horan, to satisfy his literary as well as
his criminal aspirations, at the suggestion thrown out by the doomster
in loquacity lunacy, so says the Dublin Intelligence, was thrown into
a Ridley’s for inmates in the northern counties. To such a
suggestion the one selfrespecting answer is to affirm that there are
certain statements which ought not to be, and one should like to hope
to be able to add, ought not to be allowed to be made. Opvarts and at
ham, or this ogry Osler will oxmaul us all, sayd he, like one familiar
to the house, while Waldemar was heeling it and Maldemaer was toeing
it, soe syg he was walking from the bowl at his food and the meer
crank he was waiting for the tow of his turn.

It was long after once there was a lealand in the luffing ore it was
less after lives thor a toyler in the tawn at all ohr it was note
before he drew out the moddle of Kersse by jerkin his dressing but and
or it was not before athwartships he buttonhaled the
Norweeger’s capstan. They are set, force to force. Let us
leave theories there and return to here’s here.

The river felt she wanted salt. Where have you been in the uterim,
enjoying yourself all the morning since your last wetbed confession?



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2 And if they was setting on your stool as hard as my was she could
beth her bothom dolours he’d have a culious impressiom on the
diminitive that chafes our ends.

Though Eset fibble it to the zephiroth and Artsa zoom it round her
heavens for ever. He was grey at three, like sygnus the swan, when he
made his boo to the public and barnacled up to the eyes when he
repented after seven.

And had he been refresqued by the founts of bounty playing there
— is — a — pain — aleland in Long’s
gourgling barral? : this ignorant mostly sweeps it out along with all
the rather old corporators (have you heard of one humbledown jungleman
how he bet byrn-and-bushe playing peg and pom?) A man and his bride
embraced between them.

For he devoused the lelias on the fined and he conforted samp, tramp
and marchint out of the drumbume of a narse. Let sit on this anthill
for our frilldress talk after this day of making blithe inveiled the
heart before our groatsupper serves to us Panchomaster and let har-
leqwind play peeptomine up all our colombinations! From the last
finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first one on the
last one of the first.

(Be thou wars Rolaf’s intes 1 And she had to seek a
pond’s apeace to salve her suiterkins. The alum that winters
on his top is the stale of the staun that will soar when he stambles
till that hag of the coombe rapes the pad off his lock. He thought he
want. The wonder of the women of the world together, moya! 4 Where he
fought the shessock of his stimmstammer and we caught the pepettes of
our lovelives. Up tighty in the front, down again on the loose, drim
and drumming on her back and a pop from her whistle. I’ve an
eye on queer Behan and old Kate and the butter, trust me.

Yet all they who heard or redelivered are now with that family of
bards and Vergobretas himself and the crowd of Caraculacticors as much
no more as be they not yet now or had they then not-ever been. He
fould the fourd; they found the hurtled stones; they fell ill with the
gravy duck: and he sod town with the roust of the meast.

To such a suggestion the one selfrespecting answer is to affirm that
there are certain statements which ought not to be, and one should
like to hope to be able to add, ought not to be allowed to be made.

For he was ever their quarrel, the way they would see themselves,
everybug his bodiment atop of annywom her notion, and the meet of
their noght was worth two of his morning. Who in his heart doubts
either that the facts of feminine clothiering are there all the time
or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the facts, is there also
at the same time, only a little to the rere? In a gabbard he barqued
it, the boat of life, from the harbourless Ivernikan Okean, till he
spied the loom of his landfall and he loosed two croakers from under
his tilt, the gran Phenician rover. Yet all they who heard or
redelivered are now with that family of bards and Vergobretas himself
and the crowd of Caraculacticors as much no more as be they not yet
now or had they then not-ever been. And gish! how they gushed away,
the pennyfares, a whole school for scamper, with their sashes flying
sish behind them, all the little pirlypettes! Take my stroke and bend
to your bow.

She was the niceliest person of a wellteached non-party woman that I
ever acquired her letters, only too fat, used to babies and tottydean
verbish this is her entertermentdags for she shuk the bottle and tuk
the medascene all times a day. Where is that Quin but he sknows it
knot but what you that are my popular end-phthisis were born with a
solver arm up your sleep. A cleopatrician in her own right she at once
complicates the position while Burrus and Caseous are contending for
her misstery by implicating her- self with an elusive Antonius, a wop
who would appear to hug a personal interest in refined chees of all
chades at the same time as he wags an antomine art of being rude like
the boor. To tell how your mead of, mard, is made of. In these places
sojournemus, where Eblinn water, leased of carr and fen, leaving amont
her shoals and salmen browses, whom inshore breezes woo with freshets,
windeth to her broads. He knows for he’s seen it in black and
white through his eye-trompit trained upon jenny’s and all
that sort of thing which is dandymount to a clearobscure.

When they set fire then she’s got to glow so we may stand some
chances of warming to what every soorkabatcha, tum or hum, would like
to know. For the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the
fields of the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from
Borneholm has jest come to crown.

He took a round stroll and he took a stroll round and he took a round
strollagain till the grillies in his head and the leivnits in his hair
made him thought he had the Tossmania. For whole the world to see. The
Mookse had a sound eyes right but he could not all hear. The pleasures
of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a
lieftime. Meould attashees the currgans, (if they could get a kick at
this time for all that’s hapenced to us!)

When there shall be foods for vermin as full as feeds for the fett,
eat on earth as there’s hot in oven. Rise up now and aruse!
Agog and magog and the round of them agrog.

I never knew how rich I was like another story in the zoedone of the
zephyros, strolling and strolling, carrying my dragoman, Meads Marvel,
thass withumpronouceable tail, along the shore.

For a nod to the nabir is better than wink to the wabsanti. Great is
him whom is over Ismael and he shall mekanek of Mak Nakulon. And that
there texas is tow linen. By the horn of twenty of both of the two
Saint Collopys, blackmail him I will in arrears or my name’s
not penitent Ferdinand! 5 Try Asia for the assphalt body with the
concreke soul and the forequarters of the moon behinding out of his
phase.

Leave the letter that never begins to go find the latter that ever
comes to end, written in smoke and blurred by mist and signed of
solitude, sealed at night. Stay us wherefore in our search for
tighteousness, O Sus-tainer, what time we rise and when we take up to
toothmick and before we lump down upown our leatherbed and in the
night and at the fading of the stars!We should say you dones the
polecad. So peached to pick on you in this way, prue and simple, pritt
and spry!

For the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of
the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from Borneholm has
jest come to crown.

He may be humpy, nay, he may be dumpy but there is always something
racey about, say, a sailor on a horse.

: and so, to mark a bank taal she arter, the obedience of the citizens
elp the ealth of the ole. She that will not feel my ful-moon let her
peel to thee as the hoyden and the impudent! I won’t mind this
is, answering to your strict crossqueets, whereas it would be as
unethical for me now to answer as it would have been nonsensical for
you then not to have asked.



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Won’t you join me in a small halemerry, a bottle of the best,
for wellmet Capeler, united Irishmen, what though preferring the
stranger, the coughs and the itches and the minnies and the ratties
the opulose and bilgenses, for of his was the patriots mistaken.
Primas was a santryman and drilled all decent people.

If you only were there to explain the meaning, best of men, and talk
to her nice of guldenselver. There end no moe red devil in the white
of his eye. I advise you to conceal yourself, my little friend, as I
have said a moment ago and put your hands in my hands and have a
nightslong homely little confiteor about things. Was that in the air
about when something is to be said for it or is it someone
imparticular who will somewherise for the whole anyhow? We cannot say
aye to aye. That she seventip toe her chrysming, that she spin blue to
scarlad till her temple’s veil, that the Mount of Whoam it
open it her to shelterer! In our snoo. The datter, io, io, sleeps in
peace, in peace. Ever so sorry! So pass the push for port sake. But it
will pawn up a fine head of porter when it is finished. And thanks
ever so many for the ten and the one with nothing at all on. On
consideration for the musickers he ought to have down it. My other is
mouthfilled. To the Angar at Anker. The elm that whimpers at the top
told the stone that moans when stricken. They were the big four, the
four maaster waves of Erin, all listening, four. Then everyone will
hear of it. Me only, them five ones, he is equal combat. Will we
spread them here now? Here let a few artifacts fend in their own
favour. Or that one may be separated from the other? I am rarumominum
blessed to see you, my dear mouster.

Yet all they who heard or redelivered are now with that family of
bards and Vergobretas himself and the crowd of Caraculacticors as much
no more as be they not yet now or had they then not-ever been.

My side, thank decretals, is as safe as motherour’s houses, he
continued, and I can seen from my holeydome what it is to be wholly
sane. 2 Neither a soul to be saved nor a body to be kicked. Bear in
mind, son of Hokmah, if so be you have me — theg in your midness,
this man is mountain and unto changeth doth one ascend. Ouhr Former
who erred in having down to gibbous disdag our darling breed. That he
exactly could not tell the worshipfuls but his mother-inwaders had the
recipis for the price of the coffin and that he was there to tell them
that herself was the velocipede that could tell them kitcat. He fould
the fourd; they found the hurtled stones; they fell ill with the gravy
duck: and he sod town with the roust of the meast. That was the
tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone. I mean about
what you know. Leave the letter that never begins to go find the
latter that ever comes to end, written in smoke and blurred by mist
and signed of solitude, sealed at night. With the lawyers sticking to
his trewsershins and the swatme-notting on the basque of his beret.
With lipth she lithpeth to him all to time of thuch on thuch and thow
on thow. O dee, O dee, that’s very lovely! Or ever for bitter
be the frucht of this hour! Of all the quirasses and all the qwehrmin
in the tra-gedoes of those antiants their grandoper, that soun of a
gun — nong, with his sabaothsopolettes, smooking his scandleloose
at botthends of him! Notpossible! 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. So help her goat and kiss the bouc. 2 Neither a soul to be
saved nor a body to be kicked. And some the mistle and it Saint Yves.
The dame dowager to stay kneeled how she is, as first mutherer with
cord in coil. From the last finger on the second foot of the fourth
man to the first one on the last one of the first. It is most ernst
terooly a moresome intartenment. Adie. You never may know in the
preterite all perhaps that you would not believe that you ever even
saw to be about to. Turning up and fingering over the most
dan-tellising peaches in the lingerous longerous book of the dark.
What’s good for the gorse is a goad for the garden. Drawing
nearer to take our slant at it (since after all it has met with
misfortune while all underground), let us see all there may remain to
be seen. A few times, so to shape, I chanced to be stretching, in the
shadow as I thought, the liferight out of myself in my ericulous
imaginating.

She was well under ninety, poor late Mrs, and had tastes of the
poetics, me having stood the pilgarlick a fresh at sea when the moon
also was standing in a corner of sweet Standerson my ski. You will
know him by name in the capers but you cannot see whose heel he
sheepfolds in his wrought hand because I have not told it to you. This
is the ffrinch that fire on the Bull that bang the flag of the
Prooshious.

But that I dannoy the fact of wanton to weste point I could paint you
to that butter (cheese it!) if you had some wash. You are not going to
not.

So they fished in the kettle and fought free and if she bit his
tailibout all hat tiffin for thea. Later on in the same evening two
hussites ab — sconded through a breach in his bylaws and left
him, the infidels, to pay himself off in kind remembrances.

Which in the ambit of its orbit heaved a sink her sailer alongside of
a drink her drainer from the basses brothers, those two theygottheres.
Is there no-one to malahide Liv and her bettyship? I can see that, I
see you are. You see her it.

Let each one learn to bore himself. There is nothing like leuther. And
quite as patenly there is a hole in the ballet trough which the rest
fell out.

She must have been a gadabount in her day, so she must, more than
most. But I told him make your will be done and go to a general and
I’d pray confessions for him. Here we are again! She just as
fenny as he is fulgar. We cannot smile noes from noes. But with a rush
out of his navel reaching the reredos of Ramasbatham. The bane of Tut
is on it. I know right well what you mean. Twice is he gone to quest
of her, thrice is she now to him.

I arose Daniel in Leonden. Then a toss nare scared that lass, so aimai
moe, that’s agapo! He thought he want. Mirror do justice,
taper of ivory, heart of the cona-vent, hoops of gold! Its ist not the
tear on this movent sped. But is was all so long ago.

A hemd in need is aye a friendly deed. This is seriously meant.

Yes, yes! They are and they seem to be so tightly tattached as two
maggots to touch other, I think I notice, do I not?

And that henchwench what hopped it dunneth there duft the.

Still he’d be good tutor two in his big armschair lerningstoel
and she be waxen in his hands. But ein and twee were never worth
three. Now a dash to her dot! Has they bane reneemed? Forfet not the
palsied. For every got I care!

We knows his ventruquulence.

The strength of the rawshorn generand is known throughout the world.
Still and all he was awful fond to me. What hoo, they band!

Watch the swansway. It is how sweet from her, the wispful, and they
are soon seen swopsib so a sautril as a meise. Avis was there and
trilled her about it. He’s cookinghagar that rost her prayer
to him upon the top of the stairs. The boss made dovesandraves out of
his bucknesst while herself wears the bowler’s hat in her
bath. This is the Hausman all paven and stoned, that cribbed the Cabin
that never was owned that cocked his leg and hennad his Egg.

But enough of greenwood’s gossip. With the old sit in his
shoulders, and the new satin atlas onder his uxter, erning his breadth
to the swelt of his proud and, picking up the emberose of the lizod
lights, his tail toiled of spume and spawn, and the bulk of him, and
hulk of him as whenever it was he reddled a ruad to riddle a rede from
the sphinxish pairc while Ede was a guardin, ere love a side issue. I
mean to make you suffer, meddlar, and I don’t care this fig
for contempt of courting. Juva: By the light of the bright reason
which daysends to us from the high. This is the ffrinch that fire on
the Bull that bang the flag of the Prooshious.

Yes, yes! Well, am I to blame for that if I have? For that saying is
as old as the howitts. Since ancient was our living is in possible to
be.

Of a lil trip trap and a big treeskooner for he put off the ketyl and
they made three (for fie!) and if hec dont love alpy then lad you
annoy me.

And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the other time,
the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the
writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he
passing out of one desire into its fellow.

If you only were there to explain the meaning, best of men, and talk
to her nice of guldenselver. Life, he himself said once, (his
biografiend, in fact, kills him verysoon, if yet not, after) is a
wake, livit or krikit, and on the bunk of our bread-winning lies the
cropse of our seedfather, a phrase which the establisher of the world
by law might pretinately write across the chestfront of all
manorwombanborn. 6 Tomatoes malmalaid with De Quinceys salade can be
tastily served with Indiana Blues on the violens. All she meaned was
golten sylvup, all she meaned was some Knight’s ploung jamn.
No mum has the rod to pud a stub to the lurch of amotion. Mr Wist is
thereover beyeind the wantnot. When the messanger of the risen sun,
(see other oriel) shall give to every seeable a hue and to every
hearable a cry and to each spectacle his spot and to each happening
her houram. But is was all so long ago. Not Hans the Curier though had
he had have only had some little laughings and some less of cheeks and
were he not so warried by his bulb of persecussion he could have, ay,
and would have, as true as Essex bridge.

First he was living to feel what the eldest daughter she was panseying
and last he was dying to know what old Madre Patriack does be up to.
This one once upon awhile was the other but this is the other one
nighadays. Here is one. thing you owed two noe. Twice is he gone to
quest of her, thrice is she now to him.

It was long after once there was a lealand in the luffing ore it was
less after lives thor a toyler in the tawn at all ohr it was note
before he drew out the moddle of Kersse by jerkin his dressing but and
or it was not before athwartships he buttonhaled the
Norweeger’s capstan. And it was thus he was at every time,
that son, and the other time, the day was in it and after the morrow
Diremood is the name is on the writing chap of the psalter, the
juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he passing out of one desire into its
fellow.Now listed to one aneither and liss them down and smoothen out
your leaves of rose. If you only were there to explain the meaning,
best of men, and talk to her nice of guldenselver. So now, to thalk
thildish, thome, theated with Mag at the oilthan we are doing to thay
one little player before doing to deed. But I’m as pie as is
possible. A let-ters to a king about a treasure from a cat. With that
turbary water who could see?

To go to Begge and to be sure to reminder Begge. And so it all ended.

Let us leave theories there and return to here’s here. Is dads
the thing in such or are tits the that? And that now was how it was.

Which the deers alones they sees and the darkies they is snuffing of
the wind up. When, as the buzzer brings the light brigade, keeping the
home fires burning, so on the churring call themselves came at him,
from the westborders of the eastmidlands, three kings of three suits
and a crowner, from all their cardinal parts, along the amber way
where Brosna’s furzy. In the beginning was the gest he
jousstly says, for the end is with woman, flesh-without-word, while
the man to be is in a worse case after than before since she on the
supine satisfies the verg to him!



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She may think, what though little doth she realise, as morning
fresheth, it hath happened her, you know what, as they too what two
dare not utter. And he was so jarvey jaunty with a romp of a
schoolgirl’s completion sitting pretty over his Oyster Monday
print face and he was plainly out on the ramp and mash, as you might
say, for he sproke. You here nort farwellens rouster? Now who has been
tearing the leg of her drawars on her? His face is the face of a son.

Do you think we are tonedeafs in our noses to boot?

When they were all there now, matinmarked for lookin on. It is looking
pretty black against you, we suggest, Sheem avick. I want to know
every single ingul. That a cross may crush me if I refuse to believe
in it.

Well, here’s lettering you erronymously anent other clerical
fands allieged herewith. I fain would be solo. Dovlen are out for it.
Who said you’re to blame for that if you have?

The eirest race, the ourest nation, the airest place that
erestationed.

But she ruz two feet hire in her aisne aestumation. And they poured em
behoiled on the fire.

Be the powers that be he was. Hear we here her first poseproem of
suora unto suora? And note that they who will for exile say can for
dog while them that won’t leave ingle end says now for know.

But wherth, O clerk? Why not take direct action. Let there be fight?
Oh, ho, ho, ho, ah, he, he! His hearing is indoubting just as my
seeing is onbelieving. Woman will water the wild world over. I cannot
let it. It might have been what you call your change of my life but
there’s the chance of a night for my lifting. The alum that
winters on his top is the stale of the staun that will soar when he
stambles till that hag of the coombe rapes the pad off his lock. It is
in your orangery, I take it, you have your letters. Sometimes he would
keep silent for a few minutes as if in prayer and clasp his forehead
and during the time he would be thinking to himself and he would not
mind anybody who would be talking to him or crying stinking fish.

So this that Solasistras, setting odds evens at defiance, took the
laud from Labouriter?

A baser meaning has been read into these characters the literal sense
of which decency can safely scarcely hint. But really now whenabouts?
While I’m dodging the dustbins. Under the name of Orani he may
have been the utility man of the troupe capable of sustaining long
parts at short notice. And, allerthings, never to ate the sour deans
if they weren’t having anysin on their consients. From the
butts of Heber and Heremon, nolens volens, brood our pansies, brune in
brume. The good fother with the twingling in his eye will always have
cakes in his pocket to bethroat us with for our allmichael good. And
around the lawn the rann it rann and this is the rann that Hosty made.

O, you mean the strangle for love and the sowiveall of the prettiest?

Of what age are your birdies? And no doubt he was fit to be dried for
why had he not been having the juice of his times? Be the why it was
me who haw haw. This is the Hausman all paven and stoned, that cribbed
the Cabin that never was owned that cocked his leg and hennad his Egg.

So you see the Mookse he had reason as I knew and you knew and he knew
all along.

I fain would be solo. So true is it that therewhere’s a
turnover the tay is wet too and when you think you ketch sight of a
hind make sure but you’re cocked by a hin. And ilk a those
dames had her rainbow huemoures yet for whilko her whims but he coined
a cure. For what we are, gifs a gross if we are, about to believe. Let
each one learn to bore himself. He is another he what stays under the
himp of holth.

That was the prick of the spindle to me that gave me the keys to
dreamland.

Yes, yes!It is the same told of all. Old Vickers sate down on their
airs and straightened the points of their lace. And they crowned her
their chariton queen, all the maids. For the joy of the dew on the
flower of the fleets on the fields of the foam of the waves of the
seas of the wild main from Borneholm has jest come to crown.
Evidentament he has failed as tiercely as the deuce before for she is
wearing none of the three. But he could be near a colonel with a voice
like that. For one man in his armour was a fat match always for any
girls under shurts.

For she’ll be sweet for you as I was sweet when I came down
out of me mother.

Tea is the Highest! From the last finger on the second foot of the
fourth man to the first one on the last one of the first. The nose of
the man who was nought like the nasoes. She was the niceliest person
of a wellteached non-party woman that I ever acquired her letters,
only too fat, used to babies and tottydean verbish this is her
entertermentdags for she shuk the bottle and tuk the medascene all
times a day.

For he was ever their quarrel, the way they would see themselves,
everybug his bodiment atop of annywom her notion, and the meet of
their noght was worth two of his morning. I like him lots coss he
never cusses. Thus the hearsomeness of the burger felicitates the
whole of the polis.

The game old Gunne, they do be saying, (skull!) that was a planter for
you, a spicer of them all. The four of them and thank court now there
were no more of them.

That is a tiptip tim oldy faher now the man I go in fear of, Tommy
Terracotta, and he could be all your and my das, the brodar of the
founder of the father of the finder of the pfander of the pfunder of
the furst man in Ranelagh, fu‚! fu‚!

Atriathroughwards, Lugh the Brathwacker will be the listened after and
he larruping sparks out of his teiney ones.

Is that the great Finnleader himself in his joakimono on his statue
riding the high hone there forehengist?

Flou inn, flow ann. But what is that which is one going to prehend?

Now my other point.

I can see that, I see you are.

What have you there-fore?

You have eaden fruit. The roof herof is of massicious jasper and a
canopy of Tyrian awning rises and still descends to it. His Thing Mod
have undone him: and his madthing has done him man.

Where is he?4 How is he? Who are you?

How laat soever her latest still her sawlogs come up all standing.
Stilla Star with her lucky in goingaways. The boys on the corner were
talking too. Sure and glomsk handy jotalpheson as well.

But do now say to Mr Eustache! You are pure. But you came safe
through.

For we, we have taken our sheet upon her stones where we have hanged
our hearts in her trees; and we list, as she bibs us, by the waters of
babalong. Rents and rates and tithes and taxes, wages, saves and
spends.

For the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of
the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from Borneholm has
jest come to crown. She sid herself she hardly knows whuon the annals
her graveller was, a dynast of Leinster, a wolf of the sea, or what he
did or how blyth she played or how, when, why, where and who offon he
jumpnad her and how it was gave her away.

And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the other time,
the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the
writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he
passing out of one desire into its fellow.

You never may know in the preterite all perhaps that you would not
believe that you ever even saw to be about to. Play actors by us ever
have crash to their gate. And quite as patenly there is a hole in the
ballet trough which the rest fell out. For the people of the shed are
the sure ads of all quorum. Look at him! The jinnies is a cooin her
hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the
band up. They are and they seem to be so tightly tattached as two
maggots to touch other, I think I notice, do I not?

Yet every lane had its lively spark and every spark had its several
spurtles and each spitfire spurtle had some trick of her trade, a
tease for Ned, nook’s nestle for Fred and a peep at me mow for
Peer Pol.

Nothing beyond clerical horrors et omnibus‘ to be entered for
the foreign as second-class matter. It is ideal residence for realtar.
It was before when Aimee stood for Arthurduke for the figger in
pro-fane and fell from grace so madlley for fill the flatter fellows.
The prankquean was to hold her dummyship and the jimminies was to keep
the peacewave and van Hoother was to git the wind up.

The Gripes had light ears left yet he could but ill see. And no damn
loutll come courting thee or by the mother of the Holy Ghost
there’ll be murder! And from the poignt of fun where I am
crying to arrive you at they are on allfore as foibleminded as you can
feel they are fablebodied. And both as like as a duel of lentils? Trip
over sacramental tea into the long lives of our saints and
saucerdotes, with vignettes, cut short into instructual primers by
those in authority for the bittermint of your soughts. Julie and Lulie
at their parkiest. — The amenities, the amenities of the
amenities with all their amenities. Oh, ho, ho, ho, ah, he, he! I know
right well what you mean.

And a crack quatyouare of stenoggers they made of themselves, solons
and psy — chomorers, all told, with their hurts and daimons,
spites and clops, not even to the seclusion of their beast by them
that was the odd trick of the pack, trump and no friend of carrots.

So there you are now there they were, when all was over again, the
four with them, setting around upin their judges’ chambers, in
the muniment room, of their marshalsea, under the suspices of Lally,
around their old traditional tables of the law like Somany Solans to
talk it over rallthesameagain.

He was down with the whooping laugh at the age of the loss of reason
the whopping first time he prediseased me. The leady on the lake and
the convict of the forest. That he exactly could not tell the
worshipfuls but his mother-inwaders had the recipis for the price of
the coffin and that he was there to tell them that herself was the
velocipede that could tell them kitcat. You can ken that they come of
a rarely old family by their costumance and one must togive that one
supped of it in all tonearts from awe to zest. The gist is the gist of
Shaum but the hand is the hand of Sameas.

In the ignorance that implies impression that knits knowledge that
finds the nameform that whets the wits that convey contacts that
sweeten sensation that drives desire that adheres to attachment that
dogs death that bitches birth that en-tails the ensuance of
existentiality.

Worndown shoes upon his feet, to whose redress no tongue can tell!
More poestries from Chickspeer’s with gleechoreal music or a
jaculation from the garden of the soul.

For the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of
the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from Borneholm has
jest come to crown. And in contravention to the constancy of chemical
combinations not enough of all the slatters of him left for Peeter the
Picker to make their threi sevelty filfths of a man out of. Give me
fair play. What a loddon lodes! If he was not alluding to the whole in
the wall? The durst he did and the first she ever?

You notice it in that rereway because the male entail partially
eclipses the femecovert. Hod a brieck on it! So yelp your guilt and
kitz the buck. He was down with the whooping laugh at the age of the
loss of reason the whopping first time he prediseased me.

And whase hitched to the hop in his tayle? And the whirr of the whins
humming us howe. Father of Otters, it is himself!

You will say it is most unenglish and I shall hope to hear that you
will not be wrong about it. This is the bissmark of the marathon merry
of the jinnies they left behind them.

And call all your smokeblushes, Snowwhite and Rosered, if you will
have the real cream!

But what is that which is one going to prehend? That is quite about
what I came on my missions with my intentions laudibiliter to settle
with you, barbarousse. 3 Grand for blowing off steam when you walk up
in the morning. Sleep in the water, drug at the fire, shake the dust
off and dream your one who would give her sidecurls to. Sam knows
miles bettern me how to work the miracle.

Not before Gravesend is commuted.

Lo, lo, lives love!

And it was never so thoughtful of either of them. What we waits be
after?

One sees how he is lot stoutlier than of formerly. I could listen to
maure and moravar again. His beneficiaries are legion in the part he
created: they number up his years.

O Loud, hear the wee beseech of thees of each of these thy unlitten
ones!

The harpsdischord shall be theirs for ollaves. It should prove more or
less of an event and show the widest federal in my cup. The one with
the bells on it.

Did a weep get past the gates of your pride?

There he is in his Borrisalooner.

And Mull took it from a Bluecoat schooler. They are to come of
twinning age so soon as they may be born to be eldering like those
olders while they are living under chairs. Sleep in the water, drug at
the fire, shake the dust off and dream your one who would give her
sidecurls to. I ought not to laugh with him on this stage. Was that in
the air about when something is to be said for it or is it someone
imparticular who will somewherise for the whole anyhow? What a loddon
lodes! The mlachy way for gambling. And thanks ever so many for the
ten and the one with nothing at all on. The time of lying together
will come and the wildering of the nicht till cockeedoodle aubens
Aurore. And from the poignt of fun where I am crying to arrive you at
they are on allfore as foibleminded as you can feel they are
fablebodied. Moove. Love my label like myself. They will be tuggling
foriver.

You are not going to not.

The height herup exalts it and the lowness her down aba-seth it.
Whether he fell in with what they meant? And he shows how
he’ll pick him the lock of her fancy. He feels he ought to be
as asamed of me as me to be ashunned of him. Fenny poor hex she must
have charred.

I see, she sighed. He cooed that loud nor he was young. If he was not
alluding to the whole in the wall?

Oh! That he was when he was not eluding from the whole of the woman.

It does not go. And there was. But she swaradid to him: Unlikelihud.
Excuse me for swearing, love, I swear to the sorrasims on their trons
of Uian I didn’t mean to by this alpin armlet! But the spoil
of hesitants, the spell of hesitency.

Your feet are in the cloister of Virgo. You do not have heard? Of
course I believe you, my own dear doting liest, when you tell me.

It might have been what you call your change of my life but
there’s the chance of a night for my lifting. Wilsh and wist
are as thick of thins udder as faust on the deblinite. Secret
satieties and onanymous letters make the great unwatched as bad as
their betters. So pass the push for port sake. And he tassed him
tartly and he sassed him smartly, tig for tager, strop for stripe, as
long as there’s a lyasher on a kyat.

Leave the letter that never begins to go find the latter that ever
comes to end, written in smoke and blurred by mist and signed of
solitude, sealed at night. And his continence fell. Be the powers that
be he was.

But they broken waters and they made whole waters at they surfered
bark to the lots of his vauce.

Of their fear they broke, they ate wind, they fled; where they ate
there they fled; of their fear they fled, they broke away. With lipth
she lithpeth to him all to time of thuch on thuch and thow on thow. He
was down with the whooping laugh at the age of the loss of reason the
whopping first time he prediseased me. He fould the fourd; they found
the hurtled stones; they fell ill with the gravy duck: and he sod town
with the roust of the meast. Hoet of the rough throat attack but whose
say is soft but whose ee has a cute angle, he whose hut is a hissarlik
even as her hennin’s aspire.



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The forefarther folkers for a prize of two peaches with Ming, Ching
and Shunny on the lie low lea. This is me Belchum in his twelvemile
cowchooks, weet, tweet and stampforth foremost, footing the camp for
the jinnies. Every third man has a chink in his conscience and every
other woman has a jape in her mind. So was keshaned on for his recent
behaviour.

And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the other time,
the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the
writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he
passing out of one desire into its fellow.

I think they were sober. — I think you’re widdershins
there about the right reverence. The strength of the rawshorn generand
is known throughout the world. Who in his heart doubts either that the
facts of feminine clothiering are there all the time or that the
feminine fiction, stranger than the facts, is there also at the same
time, only a little to the rere?

The ring man in the rong shop but the rite words by the rote order! So
she said to herself she’d frame a plan to fake a shine, the
mischiefmaker, the like of it you niever heard. The Jooks and the
Kelly–Cooks have been milking turnkeys and sucking the blood out
of the marshalsea since the act of First Offenders. Enough, however,
have I read of it, like my good bedst friend, to augur in the hurry of
the times that it will cocommend the widest circulation and a
reputation coextensive with its merits when inthrusted into safe and
pious hands upon so edifying a mission as it, I can see, as is his.

Can it was, one is fain in this leaden age of letters now to wit, that
so diversified outrages (they have still to come!) were planned and
partly carried out against so staunch a covenanter if it be true than
any of those recorded ever took place for many, we trow, beyessed to
and denayed of, are given to us by some who use the truth but
sparingly and we, on this side ought to sorrow for their pricking pens
on that account. From the last finger on the second foot of the fourth
man to the first one on the last one of the first. Yet be there some
who mourn him, concluding him dead, and more there be that wait
astand. There’s nothing to touch it, we are taucht, unless
she’d care for a mouthpull of white pud-ding for the wish is
on her rose marine and the lunchlight in her eye, so when you pet the
rollingpin write my name on the pie. If you only were there to explain
the meaning, best of men, and talk to her nice of guldenselver. Ars we
say in the classies. For poor Glugger was dazed and late in his crave,
ay he, laid in his grave. His thoughts that wouldbe words, his livings
that havebeen deeds.

And it was not a long time till he was feeling true forim he was
goodda purssia and it was short after that he was fooling mehaunt to
mehynte he was an injine ruber. Her sheik to Slave, his dick to Dave
and the fat of the land to Guygas. Imagine the twelve deaferended
dumbbawls of the whowl above-beugled to be the contonuation through
regeneration of the urutteration of the word in pregross.

His dream monologue was over, of cause, but his drama parapolylogic
had yet to be, affact. This is not the end of this by no manners
means. They ought to told you every last word first stead of trying
every which way to kinder smear it out poison long.

Sooner than part with that vesta-lite emerald of the first importance,
descended to me by far from our family, which you treasure up so
closely where extremes meet, nay, mozzed lesmended, rather let the
whole ekumene universe belong to merry Hal and do whatever his Mary
well likes. If you was hogglebully itself and most frifty like you was
taken waters still what all where was your like to lay the cable or
who was the batter could better Your Grace? I have soreunder from to
him now, dear-mate ashore, so, so compleasely till I can get
redressed, which means the end of my stays in the languish of
Tintangle. Drawing nearer to take our slant at it (since after all it
has met with misfortune while all underground), let us see all there
may remain to be seen. The four of them and thank court now there were
no more of them. We all, for whole men is lepers, have been nobbut
won-terers in that chill childerness which is our true name after the
allfaulters (mug’s luck to em!) and, bespeaking of love and
lie detectors in venuvarities, whateither the drugs truth of it, was
there an iota of from the faust to the lost. I can tell from here by
their eau de Colo and the scent of her oder they’re Mrs
Magrath’s. And you ought to have aird them. The rare view from
the three Benns under the bald heaven is on the other end, askan your
blixom on dimmen and blastun, something to right hume about. It is
seriously believed by some that the intention may have been geodetic,
or, in the view of the cannier, domestic economical. I advise you to
conceal yourself, my little friend, as I have said a moment ago and
put your hands in my hands and have a nightslong homely little
confiteor about things.

I am passing out.

And the hunk in his trunk it would be an insalt foul the matter of
that cellaring to a pigstrough. It was folded with cunning, sealed
with crime, uptied by a harlot, undone by a child. Nummers that is
summus that is toptip that is bottombay that is Twomeys that is Digges
that is Heres. He feels he ought to be as asamed of me as me to be
ashunned of him. And it was not a long time till he was feeling true
forim he was goodda purssia and it was short after that he was fooling
mehaunt to mehynte he was an injine ruber. He is seeking an opening
and means to be first with me as his belle alliance. One sees how he
is lot stoutlier than of formerly. Melained from nape to kneecap
though vied from her girders up. And lave them to sture. It gives up
the gripes. This is the blessed. And no more of it!

Or what — ever it was they threed to make out he thried to two in
the Fiendish park. And who eight the last of the goose — bellies
that was mowlding from measlest years and who leff that there and who
put that here and who let the kilkenny stale the chump. This is the
pettiest of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone
from his big white harse, the Capeinhope.

The war is in words and the wood is the world. Till he wot not wot to
begin he should. Why did the patrizien make him scares with his
gruntens?

He ought to blush for himself, the old hayheaded philosopher, For to
go and shove himself that way on top of her. The pawnbreaking pathos
of the first of these shoddy pieces reveals it as a Caseous effort.

As popular as when Belly the First was keng and his members met in the
Diet of Man. The same shop slop in the window. Did speece permit the
bad example of setting before the military to the best of our belief
in the earliest wish of the one in mind was the mitigation of the
king’s evils. You were ever the gentle poet, dove from
Haywarden.

She sid herself she hardly knows whuon the annals her graveller was, a
dynast of Leinster, a wolf of the sea, or what he did or how blyth she
played or how, when, why, where and who offon he jumpnad her and how
it was gave her away. I could have stayed up there for always only.

Then he went to Cecilia’s treat on his solo to pick up Galen.
Of a lil trip trap and a big treeskooner for he put off the ketyl and
they made three (for fie!) and if hec dont love alpy then lad you
annoy me.

This is the glider that gladdened the girl5 that list to the wind that
lifted the leaves that folded the fruit that hung on the tree that
grew in the garden Gough gave. The bold shame of me! Obealbe myodorers
and he dote so.

You want to be slap well slapped for that.

You are not going to not. My diaper has more life to it!
There’s a split in the infinitive from to have to have been to
will be. It is so called for its discord the meseedo. I will have my
humours.

Do you like that, silenzioso?

When we come in the presence.

And for a night of thoughtsendyures and a day.

I shall shiver for my purity while they will weepbig for your sins.

They arise from a clear springwell in the near of our park which makes
the daft to hear all blend.

They vain would convert the to be hers in the word.

This is Mont Tivel, this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun.
No v, fix on the little fellow in my eye, Minucius Mandrake, and
follow my little psychosinology, poor armer in slingslang.

Stand up to hard ware and step into style. I know that place better
than anyone.

You have it alright. I could lead you there and I still by you in bed.
Nor have I the ghuest of innation on me the way to. It is ever too
late to whissle when Phyllis floods her stable. You will never have
post in your pocket unless you have brasse on your plate. And whenever
you’re tingling in your trout we’re sure to be tangled
in our tice-ments.

But what was the game in her mixed baggyrhatty?

Well, ptellomey soon and curb your escumo. If you’ll gimmy
your thing to me I will gamey a sing to thee.



Shutter up.


No, no, the dear heaven knows, and the farther the from it, if the
whole stole stale mis betold, whoever the gulpable, and whatever the
pulpous was, the twooned togethered, and giving the mhost phassionable
wheathers, they were doing a lally a lolly a dither a duther one lelly
two dather three lilly four dother.

What do you lack? We have sued thee but late.

The smartest vessel you could find would elazilee him on her knee as
her lucky for the Rio Grande. It was there Evora told me I had best.

That was the first joke of Willingdone, tic for tac. And it was thus
he was at every time, that son, and the other time, the day was in it
and after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the writing chap of
the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he passing out of one
desire into its fellow.

This is the glider that gladdened the girl5 that list to the wind that
lifted the leaves that folded the fruit that hung on the tree that
grew in the garden Gough gave.

Well, Him a being so on the flounder of his bulk like an overgrown
babeling, let wee peep, see, at Hom, well, see peegee ought he ought,
platterplate. Have you here?

She had a flewmen of her owen.

We see that wonder in your eye.

There end no moe red devil in the white of his eye. My diaper has more
life to it!

With neuphraties and sault from his maggias. In the name of.

He is guessing at hers for all he is worse, the seagoer.

Of a lil trip trap and a big treeskooner for he put off the ketyl and
they made three (for fie!) and if hec dont love alpy then lad you
annoy me. And howelse do we hook our hike to find that pint of porter
place? We was lowsome like till we’d took out after the dead
beats. I hate him about his patent henesy, plasfh it, yet am I
amorist.

I just didn’t have the time to. The primace of the Gaulls,
pro-tonotorious, I yam as I yam, mitrogenerand in the free state on
the air, is now aboil to blow a Gael warning. And then after that they
used to be so forgetful, counting mother-peributts (up one up four) to
membore her beaufu mouldern maiden name, for overflauwing, by the
dream of woman the owneirist, in forty lands. The jinnies is a cooin
her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git
the band up. I shall shiver for my purity while they will weepbig for
your sins. You will hardly reconnoitre the old wife in the new bustle
and the farmer shinner in his latterday paint. The original document
was in what is known as Hanno O’Nonhanno’s unbrookable
script, that is to say, it showed no signs of punctua — tion of
any sort. Later on in the same evening two hussites ab — sconded
through a breach in his bylaws and left him, the infidels, to pay
himself off in kind remembrances. The forefarther folkers for a prize
of two peaches with Ming, Ching and Shunny on the lie low lea. And you
know what aglove means in the Murdrus due-luct! Which the deers alones
they sees and the darkies they is snuffing of the wind up. Soso do
todas. I shall come back for a little more say farther on.) Your
evenlode. Nap.

Baptiste me, father, for she has sinned! And for that he was
allaughed?

And it was never so thoughtful of either of them. O, dear me, look at
that now!

And it was entirely theck latter to blame.

And it must be with who.

Mischnary for the minestrary to all the sems of Aram.

Nett sew? they hunched back at the earpicker. And show you to every
simple storyplace we pass.

Let me fore all your hasitancy cross your qualm with trink gilt.

To slope through heather till the foot.

And a hungried thousand of the unemancipated slaved the way.

My latest lad’s loveliletter I am sore I done something with.

One line with! In the frameshape of hard mettles.

And the cut of him! Not by ever such a lot.

Yes, by the way. There is nothing like leuther. Your heart is in the
system of the Shewolf and your crested head is in the tropic of
Copricapron.

Ocone! I know right well what you mean.

And the hunk in his trunk it would be an insalt foul the matter of
that cellaring to a pigstrough.

Yet is no body present here which was not there before. His feet one
is not a tall man, not at all, man. And it must be with who. The solid
man saved by his sillied woman. As for she could shake him.

And the prankquean pulled a rosy one and made her wit foreninst the
dour. I shall shiver for my purity while they will weepbig for your
sins.

The froubadour! Have mood! How is this at all?

Now listed to one aneither and liss them down and smoothen out your
leaves of rose. For a nod to the nabir is better than wink to the
wabsanti.

And they fell upong one another: and themselves they have fallen. Ho,
talk save us! And this, liever, is the thinghowe. The solvent man in
his upper gambeson withnot a breth against him and the wee wiping
womanahoussy. O pia!

It was folded with cunning, sealed with crime, uptied by a harlot,
undone by a child. To these nunce we are but yours in ammatures yet
well come that day we shall ope to be ores. He hear her voi of day gon
by. How good you are in explosition!

The alum that winters on his top is the stale of the staun that will
soar when he stambles till that hag of the coombe rapes the pad off
his lock. The field of karhags and that bloasted tree. The jinnies is
a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the
Willingdone git the band up. By their lights shalthow throw him! She
can show all her lines, with love, license to play. What a mnice old
mness it all mnakes!

Now listed to one aneither and liss them down and smoothen out your
leaves of rose. How laat soever her latest still her sawlogs come up
all standing. The alum that winters on his top is the stale of the
staun that will soar when he stambles till that hag of the coombe
rapes the pad off his lock.

Though not yet had the sailor sipped that sup nor the humphar foamed
to the fill. It is the same told of all.

Many a diva devoucha saw her Dauber Dan at the priesty pagoda Rota
ran. They were the big four, the four maaster waves of Erin, all
listening, four. He gatovit and me gotafit and Oalgoak’s
Cheloven gut a fudden.

How they strave to gat her!

Up with your pike and fork!

But, by the beer of his profit, he cannot answer. My people were not
their sort out beyond there so far as I can. Others are as tired of
themselves as you are. As gent would deem oncontinent. For we are fed
of its forest, clad in its wood, burqued by its bark and our lecture
is its leave. All in fact is soon as all of old right as anywas ever
in very old place. And this is what he would be willing. One can smell
off his wetsments how he is coming from a beach of promisck.

Ah, dearo dearo dear! This is Delian alps. What will be is. You see
her it. They will be tuggling foriver. Good, mein leber! He would be.
As for she could shake him. I can see him in the fishnoo! And the
soother the bitther! I want to get it frisk from the soorce. Easy, my
dear, if they tingle you either say nothing or nod. I sign myself. As
the belle to the beau. I will describe you in a word. Ah dearo dearo
dear! Her would be too moochy afreet.

If thees lobed the sex of his head and mees ates the seep of his
traublers he’s dancing figgies to the spittle side and shoving
outs the soord.

The eirest race, the ourest nation, the airest place that
erestationed. Now are all tombed to the mound, isges to isges, erde
from erde.

Was he come to hevre with his engiles or gone to hull with the poop?
If thees lobed the sex of his head and mees ates the seep of his
traublers he’s dancing figgies to the spittle side and shoving
outs the soord. Well? I am sold! And Shim shallave shome. Misi misi!
How it ends? And steppes on stilts ever since. My latest lad’s
loveliletter I am sore I done something with. We will take our walk
before in the timpul they ring the earthly bells.

He stanth theirs mun in his natural, oblious autamnesically of his
very proprium, (such is stockpot leaden, so did sonsepun crake) the
wont to be wanton maid a will to be wise. Old yeaster — loaves
may be a stale as a stub and the pitcher go to aftoms on the wall.
(Others do) Have we whered?

Old yeaster — loaves may be a stale as a stub and the pitcher go
to aftoms on the wall. And as you was caldin your dutchy hovel. I
bring down noth and carry awe. You told of a tryst too, two a tutu.
Well, am I to blame for that if I have? Oh! Give over it! (Some hant)
Have you hered? With you drawing out great aims to hazel me from the
hummock with your sling.

Ofman will toman while led is the lol. Evidentament he has failed as
tiercely as the deuce before for she is wearing none of the three.

The gist is the gist of Shaum but the hand is the hand of Sameas. I
won’t mind this is, answering to your strict crossqueets,
whereas it would be as unethical for me now to answer as it would have
been nonsensical for you then not to have asked.



Shutter up.


This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of
lipoleums off of the top of the tail on the back of his big wide
harse. Het wis if ee newt. Some portion of that answer appears to have
been token by you from the writings of Saint Synodius, that first
liar. The unmistaken identity of the persons in the Tiberiast du-plex
came to light in the most devious of ways.

If thees lobed the sex of his head and mees ates the seep of his
traublers he’s dancing figgies to the spittle side and shoving
outs the soord.

The eirest race, the ourest nation, the airest place that
erestationed. Then breretonbiking on the free with your airs of
go-be-dee and your heels upon the handlebars. When there shall be
foods for vermin as full as feeds for the fett, eat on earth as
there’s hot in oven. This is not the end of this by no manners
means. : and so, to mark a bank taal she arter, the obedience of the
citizens elp the ealth of the ole.

For the sake of the farbung and of the scent and of the holiodrops. In
the name of the former and of the latter and of their holo-caust. Sago
sound, rite go round, kill kackle, kook kettle and (remember all
should I forget to) bolt the thor. But still Moo thought on the deeps
of the undths he would profoundth come the morrokse and still Gri
feeled of the scripes he would escipe if by grice he had luck enoupes.
(She like them like us, me and you, had thoud he n’er it would
haltin so lithe when leased is tacitempust tongue). And who eight the
last of the goose — bellies that was mowlding from measlest years
and who leff that there and who put that here and who let the kilkenny
stale the chump.

The good fother with the twingling in his eye will always have cakes
in his pocket to bethroat us with for our allmichael good. When there
shall be foods for vermin as full as feeds for the fett, eat on earth
as there’s hot in oven. How they succeeded by courting
daylight in saving darkness he who loves will see. He ought to blush
for himself, the old hayheaded philosopher, For to go and shove
himself that way on top of her.

Carry-one, he says, though we marooned through this woylde. I was in
the nerves but it’s my last day. This is the dooforhim seeboy
blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of
the tail on the back of his big wide harse. He took a round stroll and
he took a stroll round and he took a round strollagain till the
grillies in his head and the leivnits in his hair made him thought he
had the Tossmania.

A baser meaning has been read into these characters the literal sense
of which decency can safely scarcely hint. Hadn’t he seven
dams to wive him? The cad with the pope’s wife, Lily Kinsella,
who became the wife of Mr Sneakers for her good name in the hands of
the kissing solicitor, will now engage in attentions. I am offering
this to Signorina Cuticura and I intend to take it up and bring it
under the nosetice of Herr Harlene by way of diverting his attentions.

From the last finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first
one on the last one of the first. Or could above bring under same
notice for it to be able to be seen.

He wented to go (somewhere) while he was weeting. When he’d
prop me atlas against his goose and light our two candles for our
singers duohs on the sewingmachine. And plenty good enough, neighbour
Norreys, every bit and grain. Twice is he gone to quest of her, thrice
is she now to him.

4 Some is out for twoheaded dul-carnons but more pulfers turnips. But
they broken waters and they made whole waters at they surfered bark to
the lots of his vauce. With lipth she lithpeth to him all to time of
thuch on thuch and thow on thow. As gent would deem oncontinent. He
finges to be cutting up with a pair of sissers and to be buy-tings of
their maidens and spitting their heads into their facepails. And spoke
she to the dour in her petty perusi — enne: Mark the Wans, why do
I am alook alike a poss of porter — pease?

And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the other time,
the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the
writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he
passing out of one desire into its fellow.

Sweating on to stonker and throw his seven. Dear and he went on to
scripple gentlemine born, milady bread, he would pen for her, he would
pine for her,3 how he would patpun fun for all4 with his frolicky
frowner so and his glumsome grinner otherso. For he was ever their
quarrel, the way they would see themselves, everybug his bodiment atop
of annywom her notion, and the meet of their noght was worth two of
his morning.

We might call on the Old Lord, what do you say? The jinnies is a cooin
her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git
the band up. What if she love Sieger less though she leave Ruhm moan?
And the good brother feels he would need to defecate you. They had
heard or had heard said or had heard said written. He was leaving out
of my double inns while he was all teppling over my single ixits.

That host that hast one on the hoose when backturns when he facefronts
none none in the house his geust has guest. He was one time our King
of the Castle Now he’s kicked about like a rotten old parsnip.

The elm that whimpers at the top told the stone that moans when
stricken. He is guessing at hers for all he is worse, the seagoer. It
was so duusk that the tears of night began to fall, first by ones and
twos, then by threes and fours, at last by fives and sixes of sevens,
for the tired ones were wecking, as we weep now with them.

Of course I believe you, my own dear doting liest, when you tell me.
An infant sailing eggshells on the floor of a wet day would have more
sabby.

As Rigagnolina to Mountagnone, what she meaned he could not can. That
host that hast one on the hoose when backturns when he facefronts none
none in the house his geust has guest.

And each was wrought with his other. If thees lobed the sex of his
head and mees ates the seep of his traublers he’s dancing
figgies to the spittle side and shoving outs the soord. Though not yet
had the sailor sipped that sup nor the humphar foamed to the fill.

Not a spot of my hide but you’d love to seek and scanagain!
And admiring to our supershillelagh where the palmsweat on high is the
mark of your manument. So they fished in the kettle and fought free
and if she bit his tailibout all hat tiffin for thea. He was the
care-lessest man I ever see but he sure had the most sand. He is
guessing at hers for all he is worse, the seagoer. Heroes’
Highway where our fleshers leave their bonings and every bob and joan
to fill the bumper fair. I have abwaited me in a water of Elin and I
have placed my reeds intectis before the Registower of the perception
of tribute in the hall of the city of Analbe. And why would she halt
at all if not by the ward of his mansionhome of another nice lace for
the third charm? He is guessing at hers for all he is worse, the
seagoer. The hoisted in red and the low-ered in black. You will need
all the elements in the river to clean you over it all and a fortifine
popespriestpower bull of attender to booth. To go to Begge and to be
sure to reminder Begge.Yours very truthful.

No more throw acids, face all lovabilities, appeal for the union and
play for tirnitys. If you see him it took place there. And it was thus
he was at every time, that son, and the other time, the day was in it
and after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the writing chap of
the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he passing out of one
desire into its fellow.

She is fading out like Journee’s clothes so you can’t
see her now. And where did she come but to the bar of his bristolry.
The datter, io, io, sleeps in peace, in peace.

5 Try Asia for the assphalt body with the concreke soul and the
forequarters of the moon behinding out of his phase. And a crack
quatyouare of stenoggers they made of themselves, solons and psy
— chomorers, all told, with their hurts and daimons, spites and
clops, not even to the seclusion of their beast by them that was the
odd trick of the pack, trump and no friend of carrots. From the last
finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first one on the
last one of the first. The alum that winters on his top is the stale
of the staun that will soar when he stambles till that hag of the
coombe rapes the pad off his lock. For he was ever their quarrel, the
way they would see themselves, everybug his bodiment atop of annywom
her notion, and the meet of their noght was worth two of his morning.



Shutter up.


He is seeking an opening and means to be first with me as his belle
alliance. If he spice east he seethes in sooth and if he pierce north
he wilts in the waist. I have abwaited me in a water of Elin and I
have placed my reeds intectis before the Registower of the perception
of tribute in the hall of the city of Analbe.

They were. And Lully holding their breach of the peace for them. While
elvery stream winds seling on for to keep this barrel of bounty
rolling and the nightmail afarfrom morning nears.

Twice is he gone to quest of her, thrice is she now to him. He fould
the fourd; they found the hurtled stones; they fell ill with the gravy
duck: and he sod town with the roust of the meast.

The forgein offils is on the shove to lay you out dossier. Countenance
whose disparition afflictedly fond Fuinn feels. The nose of the man
who was nought like the nasoes. His howd feeled heavy, his hoddit did
shake. The war is in words and the wood is the world. So then she
started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was back again at Jarl
van Hoother’s in a brace of samers and the jiminy with her in
her pinafrond, lace at night, at another time.

To such a suggestion the one selfrespecting answer is to affirm that
there are certain statements which ought not to be, and one should
like to hope to be able to add, ought not to be allowed to be made.
But I would not care to be so unfruitful to my own part as to swear
for the moment posi-tively as to the views of Denmark. The lad who
brooks no breaches lifts the lass that toffs a tailor.

The many wiles of Winsure. Who in his heart doubts either that the
facts of feminine clothiering are there all the time or that the
feminine fiction, stranger than the facts, is there also at the same
time, only a little to the rere? They vain would convert the to be
hers in the word. From the last finger on the second foot of the
fourth man to the first one on the last one of the first.

Or while waiting for winter to fire the enchantement, decoying more
nesters to fall down the flue. The unmistaken identity of the persons
in the Tiberiast du-plex came to light in the most devious of ways.

Be the lonee I will. The way is free. The alum that winters on his top
is the stale of the staun that will soar when he stambles till that
hag of the coombe rapes the pad off his lock. It was so duusk that the
tears of night began to fall, first by ones and twos, then by threes
and fours, at last by fives and sixes of sevens, for the tired ones
were wecking, as we weep now with them.

Twice thou shalt not love. By sylph and salamander and all the trolls
and tritons, I mean to top her drive and to tip the tap of this, at
last. We are advised the waxy is at the present in the Sweeps hospital
and that he may never come out! Move your mouth towards minth, more,
preciousest, more on more!

And I suppose they told you too that my roll of life is not natural?
Please stoop O to please. And they leaved the most leavely of
leaftimes and the most folliagenous till there came the marrer of
mirth and the jangthe-rapper of all jocolarinas and they were as were
they never ere.

Well, you know, when the old cheb went futt and did what you know. It
was sharming! He has all my water black on me. I only hope whole the
heavens sees us. Telmetale of stem or stone. This the way to the
museyroom. It is the same told of all.

Be the why it was me who haw haw. But what is that which is one going
to prehend? And it was so.

There is nothing like leuther. I will if you listen. Your sole and
myopper must hereupon part company. The game old Gunne, they do be
saying, (skull!) that was a planter for you, a spicer of them all.

I wouldn’t miss her for irthing on nerthe.

Not Rose, Sevilla nor Citronelle; not Esmeralde, Pervinca nor Indra;
not Viola even nor all of them four themes over.

I want you to admire her sceneries illustrationing our national first
rout, one ought ought one.

Pet her, pink him, play pranks with them. Oil for meed and toil for
feed and a walk with the band for Job Loos.

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. They are and they seem to be so tightly tattached as two
maggots to touch other, I think I notice, do I not?

Though Eset fibble it to the zephiroth and Artsa zoom it round her
heavens for ever. It might have been ten or twenty to one of the night
of Allclose or the nexth of April when the flip of her hoogly igloo
flappered and out toetippit a bushman woman, the dearest little moma
ever you saw, nodding around her, all smiles, with ems of embarras and
aues to awe, between two ages, a judyqueen, not up to your elb.

I was intending a funeral. He feels he ought to be as asamed of me as
me to be ashunned of him. As popular as when Belly the First was keng
and his members met in the Diet of Man. The same shop slop in the
window.

A more nor usually sober cardriver, who was jauntingly hosing his
runabout, Ginger Jane, took a strong view. You have not brought
stinking members into the house of Amanti. And whase hitched to the
hop in his tayle?

As the last liar in the earth begeylywayled the first lady of the
forest.

La! You are mad! I’ll tell you a test. Your troppers are so
unrelieved because his troopers were in difficulties. And it was never
so thoughtful of either of them. And the prankquean pulled a rosy one
and made her wit foreninst the dour. What a mnice old mness it all
mnakes! Everything’s going on the same or so it appeals to all
of us, in the old holmsted here. And there was a brannewail that same
sabboath night of falling angles somewhere in Erio. For a dan of a ven
of a fin of-a son of a gun of a gombolier. And this is what he would
be willing.

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. Pay bearer, sure and sorry, at foot of ohoho honest
policist. To be had for the asking. When the h, who the hu, how the
hue, where the huer? That was just where Brien came in. The country
asked for bearspaw for dindin! The four of them and thank court now
there were no more of them. I had four in the morning and a couple of
the lunch and three later on, but your saouls to the dhaoul, do ye.
Mildew, murk, leak and yarn now want the bad that they lied on. Sure,
treasures, a letterman does be often thought reading ye between lines
that do have no sense at all.

She cancelled all her engauzements.

Yes, yes!3 Wipe your glosses with what you know. Ardechious me!
Don’t forget! I most certainly think so about it. Arouse thee,
my valour! What was thaas? It was too bad entirely!

It was her, boy the boy that was loft in the larch. That they do ming
no merder.

You certainly make the most royal of noises.

So you see the Mookse he had reason as I knew and you knew and he knew
all along.

Bring lolave branches to mud cabins and peace to the tents of Ceder,
Neomenie!

But its piers eerie, its span spooky, its toll but a till, its
parapets all peripateting. Or the other swore his eric. Let us be holy
and evil and let her be peace on the bough. And around the lawn the
rann it rann and this is the rann that Hosty made. Though not yet had
the sailor sipped that sup nor the humphar foamed to the fill. The
alum that winters on his top is the stale of the staun that will soar
when he stambles till that hag of the coombe rapes the pad off his
lock.

But how many of her readers realise that she is not out to
dizzledazzle with a graith uncouthre-ment of postmantuam glasseries
from the lapins and the grigs. By sylph and salamander and all the
trolls and tritons, I mean to top her drive and to tip the tap of
this, at last.

Leave the letter that never begins to go find the latter that ever
comes to end, written in smoke and blurred by mist and signed of
solitude, sealed at night.

We might leave that nitrience of oxagiants to take its free of the air
and just analectralyse that very chymerical com-bination, the gasbag
where the warderworks.



Shutter up.


That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone.
Not where the Finn fits into the Mourne, not where the Nore takes
lieve of Blþm, not where the Braye divarts the Farer, not where the
Moy changez her minds twixt Cullin and Conn tween Cunn and Collin?

I have abwaited me in a water of Elin and I have placed my reeds
intectis before the Registower of the perception of tribute in the
hall of the city of Analbe. I quizzed you a quid (with for what?) and
you went to the quod. Keep cool faith in the firm, have warm hoep in
the house and begin frem athome to be chary of charity. If you
don’t like my story get out of the punt. And it is surely a
lesser ignorance to write a word with every consonant too few than to
add all too many. And of course all chimed din width the eatmost
boviality.

The uneven day of the unleventh month of the unevented year. And
Phelps was flayful with his peeler. It is ever too late to whissle
when Phyllis floods her stable. And, you, take that barrel back where
you got it, Mac Shane’s, and go the way your old one went,
Hatchettsbury Road! From the last finger on the second foot of the
fourth man to the first one on the last one of the first. The alum
that winters on his top is the stale of the staun that will soar when
he stambles till that hag of the coombe rapes the pad off his lock.
The straight road down the centre (see relief map) bisexes the park
which is said to be the largest of his kind in the world. Synamite is
too good for them. If my tutor here is cut out for an oldeborre
I’m Flo, shy of peeps, you know. And the good brother feels he
would need to defecate you. We only wish everyone was as sure of
anything in this watery world as we are of everything in the newlywet
fellow that’s bound to follow.

This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of
lipoleums off of the top of the tail on the back of his big wide
harse. In fear to hear the dear so near or longing loth and loathing
longing? Much as she was when the.fancy cutter out col-lecting
milestones espied her aseesaw on a fern. That he was when he was not
eluding from the whole of the woman. She would kidds to my voult of my
palace, with obscidian luppas, her aal in her dhove’s
suckling. As popular as when Belly the First was keng and his members
met in the Diet of Man. The same shop slop in the window. Creator he
has created for his creatured ones a creation. There is to see. We
shall perhaps not so soon see. It may be, we moest ons hasten selves
te declareer it, that he reglimmed? presaw? the fields of heat and
yields of wheat where corngold Ysit? shamed and shone. But he could be
near a colonel with a voice like that. The column of lumps lends the
pattrin of the leaves behind us. The four of them and thank court now
there were no more of them. Six shifts, ten kerchiefs, nine to hold to
the fire and this for the code, the convent napkins, twelve, one
baby’s shawl. 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. The hour of his closing hies to hand; the
tocsin that shall claxonise his ware-abouts. He ought to go away for a
change of ideas and he’d have a world of things to look back
on.

The war is in words and the wood is the world. Though his net intrants
wight weighed nought but a flyblow to his gross and ganz
afterduepoise. Not forgetting the oils of greas under that turkey in
julep and Father Freeshots Feilbogen in his rockery garden with the
costard? And thanks ever so many for the ten and the one with nothing
at all on.

Why, for little Porter babes, to be saved! The four of them and thank
court now there were no more of them.

We seem to us (the real Us!) to be reading our Amenti in the sixth
sealed chapter of the going forth by black. But could it speak how
nicely would it splutter to the four cantons praises be to thee, our
pattern sent! He fould the fourd; they found the hurtled stones; they
fell ill with the gravy duck: and he sod town with the roust of the
meast. And thanks ever so many for the ten and the one with nothing at
all on.

The Great Cackler comes again. For she’ll be sweet for you as
I was sweet when I came down out of me mother.

The war is in words and the wood is the world. For she’ll be
sweet for you as I was sweet when I came down out of me mother. But
you must sit still. I cannot say for it is of no significance at all.
He is seeking an opening and means to be first with me as his belle
alliance. This is the glider that gladdened the girl5 that list to the
wind that lifted the leaves that folded the fruit that hung on the
tree that grew in the garden Gough gave.

Are those their fata which we read in sibylline between the fas and
its nefas? And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the
other time, the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the
name is on the writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a
dearmate and he passing out of one desire into its fellow. Just press
this cold brand against your brow for a mow.

Shadows by the film folk, masses by the good people. Excuse me for
swearing, love, I swear to the sorrasims on their trons of Uian I
didn’t mean to by this alpin armlet! This is the Willingdone
on his same white harse, the Cokenhape. Drawing nearer to take our
slant at it (since after all it has met with misfortune while all
underground), let us see all there may remain to be seen. From the
last finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first one on
the last one of the first. You never may know in the preterite all
perhaps that you would not believe that you ever even saw to be about
to.

When old the wormd was a gadden and Anthea first unfoiled her limbs
wanderloot was the way the wood wagged where opter and apter were
samuraised twimbs.

I overstand you, you understand. This seat of our city it is of all
sides pleasant, comfortable and wholesome. Light at night has an alps
on his druckhouse. Opvarts and at ham, or this ogry Osler will oxmaul
us all, sayd he, like one familiar to the house, while Waldemar was
heeling it and Maldemaer was toeing it, soe syg he was walking from
the bowl at his food and the meer crank he was waiting for the tow of
his turn. In the Dee dips a dame and the dame desires a demselle but
the demselle dresses dolly and the dolly does a dulcydamble. They had
heard or had heard said or had heard said written. Once for the
chantermale, twoce for the pother and once twoce threece for the
waither.

Chuffy was a nangel then and his soard fleshed light like like-ning.
He brings up tofatufa and that is how we get to Missas in Massas.
Shinfine deed in the myrtle of the bog tway fainmain stod op to slog,
free bond men lay lurkin on. His thoughts that wouldbe words, his
livings that havebeen deeds. His handpalm lifted, his handshell
cupped, his handsign pointed, his handheart mated, his handaxe risen,
his handleaf fallen. Auravoles, they says, never heed of your name!
The silence speaks the scene.

What bird has done yesterday man may do next year, be it fly, be it
moult, be it hatch, be it agreement in the nest. Throwing all the
neiss little whores in the world at him!

But you must sit still. The while we, we are waiting, we are waiting
for.

Yours very truthful.

And some say they seen old dummydeaf with a leaf of bronze on his
cloak so grey, trooping his colour a pace to the reire. To such a
suggestion the one selfrespecting answer is to affirm that there are
certain statements which ought not to be, and one should like to hope
to be able to add, ought not to be allowed to be made. It might have
been ten or twenty to one of the night of Allclose or the nexth of
April when the flip of her hoogly igloo flappered and out toetippit a
bushman woman, the dearest little moma ever you saw, nodding around
her, all smiles, with ems of embarras and aues to awe, between two
ages, a judyqueen, not up to your elb. He’ll want all his fury
gutmurdherers to redress him. He hear her voi of day gon by. And it
was thus he was at every time, that son, and the other time, the day
was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the writing
chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he passing out
of one desire into its fellow. By the antar of Yasas! The pink of the
busket for sheer give. Till the Juke done it. She had to kick a laugh.
Yet is no body present here which was not there before. Opvarts and at
ham, or this ogry Osler will oxmaul us all, sayd he, like one familiar
to the house, while Waldemar was heeling it and Maldemaer was toeing
it, soe syg he was walking from the bowl at his food and the meer
crank he was waiting for the tow of his turn. It was folded with
cunning, sealed with crime, uptied by a harlot, undone by a child.
Twice is he gone to quest of her, thrice is she now to him.
Malmarriedad he was reverso-gassed by the frisque of her frasques and
her prytty pyrrhique. Or where was he born or how was he found? For
the sake of the farbung and of the scent and of the holiodrops. You
were ever the gentle poet, dove from Haywarden. It was life but was it
fair? He wollops his mouther with a sword of tusk in as because that
he confesses how opten he used be obening her howonton he used be
undering her.

And why would she halt at all if not by the ward of his mansionhome of
another nice lace for the third charm?

Of course I believe you, my own dear doting liest, when you tell me.

He askit of the hoothed fireshield but it was untergone into the
matthued heaven.

So see we so as seed we sow. Seven oldy oldy hills and the one blue
beamer.

True! And she is coming.

It does not go. Your feet are in the cloister of Virgo. He soughed it
from the luft but that bore ne mark ne message.

And in the locative.

I soared from the peach and Missmolly showed her pear too, onto three
and away. Are you sure of your-self now? Still and all he was awful
fond to me. If you see him it took place there.

Yes, tid.

And what hoa, they buck!

But the horn, the drinking, the day of dread are not now. Wilsh and
wist are as thick of thins udder as faust on the deblinite.

Belling him up and filling him down. And around the lawn the rann it
rann and this is the rann that Hosty made. We have sued thee but late.
A spitter that can be depended on.

They had heard or had heard said or had heard said written. But
we’re molting superstituettes out of his fulse thortin guts.

Obsolutely. If you see him it took place there. With nought a wired
from the wordless either.

Be introduced to yes!

And look at here!

Very much so!

But the hasard you asks is justly ever behind his meddle throw! Why
was that man for he’s doin her wrong! Have you seen her? It is
the same told of all.

The bark is still there but the molars are gone.

His face is the face of a son.

As for she could shake him.

On consideration for the musickers he ought to have down it. Rest in
peace!Excellent view from front. I’ll have it in for you.

How good you are in explosition!

Meetingless. Glamours hath moidered’s lieb and herefore
Coldours must leap no more. To go to Begge and to be sure to reminder
Begge. The gist is the gist of Shaum but the hand is the hand of
Sameas. To me or not to me. And to the dirtiment of the curtailment of
his all of man?

To the Very Honourable The Memory of Disgrace, the Most Noble,
Sometime Sweepyard at the Service of the Writer.

You do. That he was when he was not eluding from the whole of the
woman.

So true is it that therewhere’s a turnover the tay is wet too
and when you think you ketch sight of a hind make sure but
you’re cocked by a hin.

Willed without witting, whorled without aimed. How dare ye be laughing
out of your mouthshine at the lack of that?

And who eight the last of the goose — bellies that was mowlding
from measlest years and who leff that there and who put that here and
who let the kilkenny stale the chump. Do tell us all about. And they
peered him beheld on the pyre.

Though his net intrants wight weighed nought but a flyblow to his
gross and ganz afterduepoise.



Shutter up.


And he was so jarvey jaunty with a romp of a schoolgirl’s
completion sitting pretty over his Oyster Monday print face and he was
plainly out on the ramp and mash, as you might say, for he sproke.

(our maypole once more where he rose of old) and the canto was
chantied there chorussed and christened where by the old tollgate,
Saint Annona’s Street and Church.

2 If we each could always do all we ever did.

Ho, Lord! I sonht zo! Not even to the charmermaid?

Write to the corner.

As over all. And you wonna make one of our micknick party. I lift my
disk to him. I will give tandsel to it.

The loamsome roam to Laffayette is ended. I, says Deansgrange, and say
nothing.

He was the care-lessest man I ever see but he sure had the most sand.
It is the same told of all. And how olld of him? Alloy for allay and
this toolth for that soolth.

Thy now paling light lucerne we ne’er may see again.

But what is that which is one going to prehend? We can’t do
without them.

This is the bog lipoleum mordering the lipoleum beg. For they are now
tearing, that is, teartoretorning.

No such a thing! Latin me that, my trinity scholard, out of eure
sanscreed into oure eryan! Now who has been tearing the leg of her
drawars on her?

For the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of
the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from Borneholm has
jest come to crown. The keykeeper of the keys of the seven doors of
the dreamadoory in the house of the house-hold of Hecech saysaith. The
rose is white in the darik! He cooed that loud nor he was young.

Cinderynelly angled her slipper; it was cho chiny yet braught her a
groom. Also got the boot. That was about it, jah! His Thing Mod have
undone him: and his madthing has done him man. But he could be near a
colonel with a voice like that. And where’s the starch? But
what a neats ung gels! So what are you going to do about it? And this
is what he would be willing.

This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of
lipoleums off of the top of the tail on the back of his big wide
harse. Spread on your bank and I’ll spread mine on mine. If
you only were there to explain the meaning, best of men, and talk to
her nice of guldenselver.

I didn’t did so, my intended, or was going to or thinking of.
He is almonthst on the kiep fief by here, is Comestipple Sacksoun, be
it junipery or febrew-ery, marracks or alebrill or the ramping riots
of pouriose and froriose. I want to get it frisk from the soorce. The
oaks of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. He
feels he ought to be as asamed of me as me to be ashunned of him. The
four of them and thank court now there were no more of them. Just to
see would we hear how Jove and the peers talk.

Barto no know him mor. A flink dab for a freck dive and a stern poise
for a swift pounce was frankily at the manual arith sure enough which
was the bekase he knowed from his cradle, no bird better, why his
fingures were giving him whatfor to fife with.

I bless alls to the whished with this panromain apological which
Watllwewhistlem sang to the kerrycoys. I will have my humours.

By sylph and salamander and all the trolls and tritons, I mean to top
her drive and to tip the tap of this, at last. Some here, more no
more, more again lost alla stranger.

I will to leave a my copperwise blessing between the pair of them, for
rosengorge, for greenafang.

For poor Glugger was dazed and late in his crave, ay he, laid in his
grave.

No ah. So warred he from first to last, forebanned and betweenly, a
smuggler for lifer. E’erawhere in this whorl would ye hear
sich a din again?

And the grawndest crowndest consecrated may-pole in all the reignladen
history of Wilds.

This is the blessed. As he was rising my lather. I know he well.
Moisten your lips for a lightning strike and begin again.

Well, you know, when the old cheb went futt and did what you know. I
heard the man Shee shinging in the pantry bay. Keep airly hores and
the worm is yores. I’ll sack that sick server the minute I
bless him.

So now, to thalk thildish, thome, theated with Mag at the oilthan we
are doing to thay one little player before doing to deed. As the last
liar in the earth begeylywayled the first lady of the forest. But if
this could see with its backsight he’d be the grand old
greeneyed lobster. And the prankquean pulled a rosy one and made her
wit foreninst the dour. Wait till the honeying of the lune, love!

It is just, it is just about to, it is just about to rolywholyover. We
seem to us (the real Us!) to be reading our Amenti in the sixth sealed
chapter of the going forth by black.

Wrongly spilled. Manning to sayle of clothse for his lady her master
whose to be precised of a peer of trouders under the pattern of a
cassack. So they must have their final since he’s on parole.
Or while waiting for winter to fire the enchantement, decoying more
nesters to fall down the flue.

For he is the general, make no mistake in he. In the Dee dips a dame
and the dame desires a demselle but the demselle dresses dolly and the
dolly does a dulcydamble.

There is a wish on them to be not doing or anything.

Phoebe, dearest, tell, O tell me and I loved you better nor you knew.

And howelse do we hook our hike to find that pint of porter place? By
maiden sname. What all men.

Good licks! Go, parry!And so it all ended. Well, I saith: Angst so
mush: and desired she might not take it amiss if I esteemed her but an
odd.

Some one we was with us all fours. If thees lobed the sex of his head
and mees ates the seep of his traublers he’s dancing figgies
to the spittle side and shoving outs the soord. And we were his for a
lifetime. Nuts for the nerves, a flitch for the flue and for to
rejoice the chambers of the heart the spirits of the spice isles,
curry and cinnamon, chutney and cloves. He was grey at three, like
sygnus the swan, when he made his boo to the public and barnacled up
to the eyes when he repented after seven. That he exactly could not
tell the worshipfuls but his mother-inwaders had the recipis for the
price of the coffin and that he was there to tell them that herself
was the velocipede that could tell them kitcat. 2 We dont hear the
booming cursowarries, we wont fear the fletches of fightning, we float
the meditarenias and come bask to the isle we love in spice.

Ye can stop as ye are, little lay mothers, and wait in wish and wish
in vain till the grame reaper draws nigh, with the sickle of the
sickles, as a blessing in disguise. Be the powers that be he was.

Where is the greenest island off the black coats of Spaign?

As a strow will shaw she does the wind blague, recting to show the
rudess of a robur curling and shewing the fansaties of a frizette. Mox
soonly will be in a split second per the chancellory of his exticker.
By the unsleeping Solman Annadromus, ye god of little pescies, nothing
would stop me for mony makes multimony like the brogues and the
kishes.

First she let her hair fal and down it flussed to her feet its teviots
winding coils. The river felt she wanted salt. Mauser Misma shall
cease to stretch her and come abroad for what the blinkins is to be
seen. But he could be near a colonel with a voice like that. It was
life but was it fair?

Now listed to one aneither and liss them down and smoothen out your
leaves of rose. And no more of your maimed acts after this with your
kowtoros and criados to every tome, thick and heavy, and our onliness
of his revelance to your ultitude.

Leave the letter that never begins to go find the latter that ever
comes to end, written in smoke and blurred by mist and signed of
solitude, sealed at night.

A baser meaning has been read into these characters the literal sense
of which decency can safely scarcely hint. He was one time our King of
the Castle Now he’s kicked about like a rotten old parsnip.
The Mookse had a sound eyes right but he could not all hear. Who in
his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering are
there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the
facts, is there also at the same time, only a little to the rere? The
rivulets ran aflod to see, the glashaboys, the pollynooties. That was
kissuahealing with bantur for balm!

Did I what? with a grin says she. Het wis if ee newt.

The gist is the gist of Shaum but the hand is the hand of Sameas.

There’ll be others but non so for me.

For ever they scent where air she. went.

Here are notes.

To be sure and you would so, Mr MacElligut! That I may rock anchor
through the ages if I hope it’s not true. And a hungried
thousand of the unemancipated slaved the way. But am good and rested.
And let me be Los Angeles. In fine, we have heard, as it happened, of
Spartacus intercellular. It was her, boy the boy that was loft in the
larch. It may half been a missfired brick, as some say, or it mought
have been due to a collupsus of his back promises, as others looked at
it. He was the care-lessest man I ever see but he sure had the most
sand. Can you beat it?

My Eilish assent he seed makes his admiracion. You’re not
there yet. How he broke the good news to Gent.

Of a lil trip trap and a big treeskooner for he put off the ketyl and
they made three (for fie!) and if hec dont love alpy then lad you
annoy me. This one once upon awhile was the other but this is the
other one nighadays. The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies
is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up. The nose of
the man who was nought like the nasoes.

Everything’s going on the same or so it appeals to all of us,
in the old holmsted here. So olff for his topheetuck the ruck made
raid, aslick aslegs would run; and he ankered on his hunkers with the
belly belly prest. I see, she sighed.

Do you hold yourself then for some god in the manger, Sheho-hem, that
you will neither serve not let serve, pray nor let pray? I might as
well be talking to the four waves till tibbes grey eves and the rests
asleep.

Allaboy Minor, take your head out of your satchel! Well, you know or
don’t you kennet or haven’t I told you every telling
has a taling and that’s the he and the she of it. And that was
the first peace of illiterative porthery in all the flamend floody
flatuous world.

What displaced Tob, Dilke and Halley, not been greatly in love with
the game. The rivulets ran aflod to see, the glashaboys, the
pollynooties. Let me never see his waddphez again!

The misery billyboots I used to lend him before we split and, be the
hole in the year, they were laking like heaven’s reflexes.
Evidentament he has failed as tiercely as the deuce before for she is
wearing none of the three. How she was handsome, the wild Amazia, when
she would seize to my other breast! She has a gift of seek on site and
she allcasually ansars helpers, the dreamydeary. He is guessing at
hers for all he is worse, the seagoer.

The leinstrel boy to the wall is gone and there’s moreen
astoreen for Monn and Conn. With the tyke’s named moke.

You will say it is most unenglish and I shall hope to hear that you
will not be wrong about it. What are you doing your dirty minx and his
big treeblock way up your path?

I have been told I own stolemines or something of that sorth in the
sooth of Spainien. Shem the Penman.

Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering
are there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the
facts, is there also at the same time, only a little to the rere?



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I wonder now, without releasing seeklets of the alcove, turturs or
raabraabs, have I heard mention of whose name anywhere? You can ask
your ass if he believes it.

Why the case is as inessive and impossive as kezom hands!

But only the ruining of the rain has heard.

Her sheik to Slave, his dick to Dave and the fat of the land to
Guygas. So she says: Tay for thee? If you pulls me over pay me,
prhyse! Yare only teasing! Say no more about it!

He fould the fourd; they found the hurtled stones; they fell ill with
the gravy duck: and he sod town with the roust of the meast.

I heard the man Shee shinging in the pantry bay. A word apparting and
shall the heart’s tone be silent. I is a femaline person. And
then the liliens of the veldt, Nancy Nickies and Folletta Lajambe!

She, exhibit next, his Anastashie. The sinus the curse.

They vain would convert the to be hers in the word.

With you drawing out great aims to hazel me from the hummock with your
sling.

This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp, waggling
his tailoscrupp with the half of a hat of lipoleums to insoult on the
hinndoo see-boy.

And there was a wild old grannewwail that laurency night of
starshootings somewhere in Erio. Of their fear they broke, they ate
wind, they fled; where they ate there they fled; of their fear they
fled, they broke away. Or could above bring under same notice for it
to be able to be seen. And den men, dun men, fen men, fun men, hen
men, hun men went to raze a leader. He was hardset then.

With a bockalips of finisky fore his feet. For we, we have taken our
sheet upon her stones where we have hanged our hearts in her trees;
and we list, as she bibs us, by the waters of babalong.

He knows for he’s seen it in black and white through his
eye-trompit trained upon jenny’s and all that sort of thing
which is dandymount to a clearobscure. Now are all tombed to the
mound, isges to isges, erde from erde. In spite of all that science
could boot or art could eke. You try a little tich to the tissle of
his tail. He made the sign of the ham-mer. Just a little judas tonic,
my ghem of all jokes, to make you go green in the gazer. From the last
finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first one on the
last one of the first. That he exactly could not tell the worshipfuls
but his mother-inwaders had the recipis for the price of the coffin
and that he was there to tell them that herself was the velocipede
that could tell them kitcat.

There was one for you that ne’er would nunch with good Duke
Humphrey but would aight through the months without a sign of an err
in hem and then, otherwise rounding, fourale to the lees of Traroe. If
you only were there to explain the meaning, best of men, and talk to
her nice of guldenselver. Wilsh and wist are as thick of thins udder
as faust on the deblinite.

She was flirtsome then and she’s fluttersome yet.

That he exactly could not tell the worshipfuls but his mother-inwaders
had the recipis for the price of the coffin and that he was there to
tell them that herself was the velocipede that could tell them kitcat.
And she, of the jilldaw’s nest2 who tears up lettereens she
never apposed a pen upon.3 Yet sung of love and the monster man. The
soft side of the axe!

You hald him by the tap of the tang. The four seneschals with their
palfrey to be there now, all balaaming in their sellaboutes and
sharping up their penisills.

As who has come returns. So could I too and without the scrope of a
pen. If the Ming Tung no go bo to me homage me hamage kow bow tow to
the Mong Tang. There is a wish on them to be not doing or anything.

With the lawyers sticking to his trewsershins and the swatme-notting
on the basque of his beret.

Tell me till my thrillme comes!

By faith alone. Have you seen her?

Our isle is Sainge. The nose of the man who was nought like the
nasoes.

Or could above bring under same notice for it to be able to be seen.
It is how sweet from her, the wispful, and they are soon seen swopsib
so a sautril as a meise.

Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering
are there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the
facts, is there also at the same time, only a little to the rere? Se
non ‚ vero son trovatore. Later on in the same evening two
hussites ab — sconded through a breach in his bylaws and left
him, the infidels, to pay himself off in kind remembrances.

Musha, beminded of us out there in Cockpit, poor twelve
o’clock scholars, sometime or other any-when you think the
time.

Others are as tired of themselves as you are. Think and think and
think, I urge on you. The river felt she wanted salt. Where are we at
all? and whenabouts in the name of space? This is the glider that
gladdened the girl5 that list to the wind that lifted the leaves that
folded the fruit that hung on the tree that grew in the garden Gough
gave. And it was never so thoughtful of either of them. Who said
you’re to blame for that if you have? And where do you leave
Matt Emeritus? Ah! The west shall shake the east awake. See you
doomed. The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her
hair and the Willingdone git the band up.

Yet is it but an old story, the tale of a Treestone with one Ysold, of
a Mons held by tentpegs and his pal whatholoosed on the run, what
Cadman could but Badman wouldn’t, any Genoaman against any
Venis, and why Kate takes charge of the waxworks.

It was her, boy the boy that was loft in the larch. The war is in
words and the wood is the world. The lips would moisten once again.

Which both did.

But you must sit still. You’re not there yet. Nor miss me. So
you see the Mookse he had reason as I knew and you knew and he knew
all along. Great is him whom is over Ismael and he shall mekanek of
Mak Nakulon. If you only were there to explain the meaning, best of
men, and talk to her nice of guldenselver.

Had he twicycled the sees of the deed and trestraversed their
revermer?

You can ask your ass if he believes it.

And no more of it!

Who said you’re to blame for that if you have?

That keen dean with his veen nonsolance! Why I love taking him out
when I unletched his cordon gate. For a haunting way will go and you
need not make your mow.



Shutter up.


How elster is he a called at all? Yes, before all this has time to end
the golden age must return with its vengeance. In spect of her beavers
she is a womanly and sacret. Though Eset fibble it to the zephiroth
and Artsa zoom it round her heavens for ever.

Here is your shirt, the day one, come back.

Yes, before all this has time to end the golden age must return with
its vengeance.

Can you come it, budd?

And be that semeliminal salmon solemonly angled, ingate and outgate.

Outstamp and dis — tribute him at the expanse of his society. The
jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and
the Willingdone git the band up. He is General Jinglesome. He is,
really. Makeacake-ache. Our shades of minglings mengle them and help
help horizons. Never mind your gibbous.

He may be humpy, nay, he may be dumpy but there is always something
racey about, say, a sailor on a horse.

What has that caught to sing with him? Be still, O quick!
Where’s your watch keeper?

But learn from that ancient tongue to be middle old modern to the
minute.

It was her, boy the boy that was loft in the larch. For a nod to the
nabir is better than wink to the wabsanti. Linking one and knocking
the next, tapting a flank and tipting a jutty and palling in and
pietaring out and clyding by on her eastway. Don’t you know he
was kaldt a bairn of the brine, Wasserbourne the waterbaby? What are
you nudging for? What age is at?

Thinthin thin-thin. I do in troth. When they set fire then
she’s got to glow so we may stand some chances of warming to
what every soorkabatcha, tum or hum, would like to know. The jinnies
is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the
Willingdone git the band up. So hath been, love: tis tis: and will be:
till wears and tears and ages.

Some majar bore too?

If he spice east he seethes in sooth and if he pierce north he wilts
in the waist. Room to sink: stairs to sink behind room.

With a ring ding dong, they raise clasped hands and advance more steps
to retire to the saum.

The speechform is a mere sorrogate. That he was when he was not
eluding from the whole of the woman. Let us hear, therefore, as you
honour and obey the queen, whither the indwellingness of that which
shamefieth be entwined of one or atoned of two.

He even ran away with hunself and became a farsoonerite, saying he
would far sooner muddle through the hash of lentils in Europe than
meddle with Irrland’s split little pea.

After his hundred days’ indulgence. Not forgetting the oils of
greas under that turkey in julep and Father Freeshots Feilbogen in his
rockery garden with the costard? Yes, before all this has time to end
the golden age must return with its vengeance.

There was plumbs and grumes and cheriffs and citherers and raiders and
cinemen too. The datter, io, io, sleeps in peace, in peace. Bear in
mind, son of Hokmah, if so be you have me — theg in your midness,
this man is mountain and unto changeth doth one ascend. If you only
were there to explain the meaning, best of men, and talk to her nice
of guldenselver. First he was living to feel what the eldest daughter
she was panseying and last he was dying to know what old Madre
Patriack does be up to.

Now I suggest to you that ere there was this plague-burrow, as you
seem to call it, there was a burialbattell, the boat of millions of
years. So then she started to rain and to rain and, be redtom, she was
back again at Jarl van Hoother’s in a brace of samers and the
jiminy with her in her pinafrond, lace at night, at another time. They
vain would convert the to be hers in the word. Now, patience; and
remember patience is the great thing, and above all things else we
must avoid anything like being or be-coming out of patience.

For we, we have taken our sheet upon her stones where we have hanged
our hearts in her trees; and we list, as she bibs us, by the waters of
babalong.

This the way to the museyroom. I cannot let it. Are you not gone
ahome?

If they cut his nose on the stitcher they had their sive n good
reasons. Caddy went to Winehouse and wrote o peace a farce. Mauser
Misma shall cease to stretch her and come abroad for what the blinkins
is to be seen.

I just don’t care what my thwarters think. Or could above
bring under same notice for it to be able to be seen. He is our sent
on the firm. Oh! But the whacker his word the weaker our ears for
auracles who parles parses orileys.

So he sought with the lobestir claw of his propencil the clue of the
wickser in his ear.

I bet you use her best Perisian smear off her vanity table to make
them look so rosetop glowstop nostop.

By sylph and salamander and all the trolls and tritons, I mean to top
her drive and to tip the tap of this, at last.

If they cut his nose on the stitcher they had their sive n good
reasons.

Here is your shirt, the day one, come back.

Now my other point. He will be longing after the Grogram Grays.

He banged the scoop and she bagged the sugar while the whole
pub’s pobbel done a stare. Old Vickers sate down on their airs
and straightened the points of their lace. Here the Shoebenacaddie!)
and legging a jig or so on the sihl to show them how to shake their
benders and the dainty how to bring to mind the gladdest garments out
of sight and all the way of a maid with a man and making a sort of a
cackling noise like two and a penny or half a crown and holding up a
silliver shiner.

It was of a wet good Friday too she was ironing and, as I’m
given now to understand, she was always mad gone on me. To dimpled and
pimpled and simpled and wimpled. That he exactly could not tell the
worshipfuls but his mother-inwaders had the recipis for the price of
the coffin and that he was there to tell them that herself was the
velocipede that could tell them kitcat.

The thing pleased him andt, and andt, He larved ond he larved on he
merd such a nauses The Gracehoper feared he would mixplace his fauces.
Tell me every tiny teign.

3 Ten, twent, thirt, see, ex and three icky totchty ones.

You will say it is most unenglish and I shall hope to hear that you
will not be wrong about it. I have the outmost con tempt for. You
toller-day donsk? And no more of your maimed acts after this with your
kowtoros and criados to every tome, thick and heavy, and our onliness
of his revelance to your ultitude.

It does not go. As entomate as intimate could pinchably be.

Defend the King! Whether he fell in with what they meant? Hootch is
for husbandman handling his hoe. Them two bitches ought to be leashed,
canem! I am not leering, I pink you pardons. He would be. We always
said we’d. And go abroad. I’m not half Norawain for
nothing. Mind you, now, that he was in the dumpest of earnest orthough
him jawr war hoo hleepy hor halk urthing hurther. For he is the
general, make no mistake in he.

And all will be forgotten! Avis was there and trilled her about it. Or
that one may be separated from the other? Mauser Misma shall cease to
stretch her and come abroad for what the blinkins is to be seen.

If he spice east he seethes in sooth and if he pierce north he wilts
in the waist.

He took a round stroll and he took a stroll round and he took a round
strollagain till the grillies in his head and the leivnits in his hair
made him thought he had the Tossmania.

And thus within the tavern’s secret booth The wisehight ones
who sip the tested sooth Bestir them as the Just has bid to jab The
punch of quaram on the mug of truth. Under the name of Orani he may
have been the utility man of the troupe capable of sustaining long
parts at short notice.

He has help his crewn on the burkeley buy but he has holf his crown on
the Eurasian Generalissimo. But I’m as pie as is possible.

I suspected she was! Dovlen are out for it.

It must have stole. Thej olly and thel ively, thou billy with thee
coo, for to jog a jig of a crispness nice and sing a missal too. But
all that’s left to the last of the Meaghers in the loup of the
years prefixed and between is one kneebuckle and two hooks in the
front.

It is the softest morning that ever I can ever remember me. Good
licks! I wouldn’t, chickens, not for all the juliettes in the
twinkly way!

So true is it that therewhere’s a turnover the tay is wet too
and when you think you ketch sight of a hind make sure but
you’re cocked by a hin.

And where did she come but to the bar of his bristolry.

: and so, to mark a bank taal she arter, the obedience of the citizens
elp the ealth of the ole. It will paineth the chastenot in that where
of his whence he had loseth his once for every, even though mode grow
moramor maenneritsch and the Tarara boom decay.

It is the softest morning that ever I can ever remember me. Oh! Why,
what are they all, the mucky lot of them only? I cain but are you
able? If the waters could speak as they flow!

If you want to be felixed come and be parked. It is in your orangery,
I take it, you have your letters. So you see the Mookse he had reason
as I knew and you knew and he knew all along.

The forgein offils is on the shove to lay you out dossier. With the
lawyers sticking to his trewsershins and the swatme-notting on the
basque of his beret.

The alum that winters on his top is the stale of the staun that will
soar when he stambles till that hag of the coombe rapes the pad off
his lock.



Shutter up.


And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the other time,
the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the
writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he
passing out of one desire into its fellow. This is the ffrinch that
fire on the Bull that bang the flag of the Prooshious. This is the
bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them.
So till butagain budly shoots thon rising germinal let bodley chow the
fatt of his anger and badley bide the toil of his tubb. From the last
finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first one on the
last one of the first. As I was hottin me souser.

The jewel you’re all so cracked about there’s flitty
few of them gets it for there’s nothing now but the sable
stoles and a runabout to match it.

So and so, toe by toe, to and fro they go round, for they are the
ingelles, scattering nods as girls who may, for they are an
angel’s garland. With a ring ding dong, they raise clasped
hands and advance more steps to retire to the saum.

And quite as patenly there is a hole in the ballet trough which the
rest fell out. He is seeking an opening and means to be first with me
as his belle alliance. That my dig pressed in your dag si.

Blotsbloshblothe, one dear that was.

And that’s ashore as you were born.

Now day, slow day, from delicate to divine, divases. His hungry will
be done! Wolkencap is on him, frowned; audiurient, he would evesdrip,
were it mous at hand, were it dinn of bottles in the far ear.

You have a hoig view ashwald, a glen of marrons and of thorns.

He is seeking an opening and means to be first with me as his belle
alliance.

This ourth of years is not save brickdust and being humus the same
roturns.

As popular as when Belly the First was keng and his members met in the
Diet of Man. The same shop slop in the window.

Ay, we will. Be the powers that be he was.

Single wrecks for the weak, double axe for the mail, and quick queck
quack for the radiose. But no geste reveals the unconnouth.

Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering
are there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the
facts, is there also at the same time, only a little to the rere? I
could lead you there and I still by you in bed.

Just to see would we hear how Jove and the peers talk. We’ll
soon be there with the freshet.

His beneficiaries are legion in the part he created: they number up
his years. If thees lobed the sex of his head and mees ates the seep
of his traublers he’s dancing figgies to the spittle side and
shoving outs the soord.

For a nod to the nabir is better than wink to the wabsanti. That grene
ray of earong it waves us to yonder as the red, blue and yellow flogs
time on the domisole,4 with a blewy blow and a windigo.

I could snap them when I see them winking at me in bed.

It was of a wet good Friday too she was ironing and, as I’m
given now to understand, she was always mad gone on me. Cog that out
of your teen times, everyone.

The one with the bells on it.

I bet you this dozen odd. Where are we at all? and whenabouts in the
name of space?

But let me say my every belief before my high Gee is that I much doubt
of it. But in my shelter you’ll miss me. It made ma make merry
and sissy so shy and rubbed some shine off Shem and put some shame
into Shaun. Are you not danzzling on the age of a vulcano? And as your
who may look like how on the owther side of his big belttry your tyrs
and cloes your noes and paradigm maymay rererise in eren. This is the
dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums
off of the top of the tail on the back of his big wide harse.

If you only were there to explain the meaning, best of men, and talk
to her nice of guldenselver. You could trot a mouse on it.

It was so said of him about of his old fontmouther.

Where Gyant Blyant fronts Peannlueamoore There was once upon a wall
and a hooghoog wall a was and such a wall-hole did exist.

Lpf! So sing they sequent the assent of man. Not a soul but ourselves.
6 Do he not know that walleds had wars.

You never wet the tea!

And tid you meet with Peadhar the Grab at all?

I promise I’ll make it worth your while. You try a little tich
to the tissle of his tail.

This is his big wide harse. Fit Dunlop and Be Satisfied. She had a
flewmen of her owen.

But I’m as pie as is possible.

Out of the colliens it took a rise by daubing itself Ni-non. Keep cool
faith in the firm, have warm hoep in the house and begin frem athome
to be chary of charity. She can second a song and adores a scandal
when the last post’s gone by.

Big Seat, you did hear? I haven’t fell so turkish for ages and
ages! Now listed to one aneither and liss them down and smoothen out
your leaves of rose.

Now are all tombed to the mound, isges to isges, erde from erde.

Let me briefly survey. Aha hahah, Ante Ann you’re apt to ape
aunty annalive! No answer. How they strave to gat her! I vill take you
to task.

Isn’t it great he is swaying above us for his good and ours.

Yes, before all this has time to end the golden age must return with
its vengeance. For then was the age when hoops ran high. He had the
cowtaw in his buxers flay of face. This is the glider that gladdened
the girl5 that list to the wind that lifted the leaves that folded the
fruit that hung on the tree that grew in the garden Gough gave. You
try a little tich to the tissle of his tail. He was intendant to study
pulu. Are you not danzzling on the age of a vulcano? They had heard or
had heard said or had heard said written.

Yes and no error. What is the ti . .? Signs are on of a mere by token
that wills still to be becoming upon this there once a here was world.
As bold and as madhouse a bull in a meadows. Hoploits and atthems. And
thanks ever so many for the ten and the one with nothing at all on.
And for that he was allaughed?

Because the druiven were muskating at the door. The unmistaken
identity of the persons in the Tiberiast du-plex came to light in the
most devious of ways. You will tell me some time if I can believe its
all. Burud and dulse and typureely jam, all free of charge, aman, and.

They are set, force to force. I had four in the morning and a couple
of the lunch and three later on, but your saouls to the dhaoul, do ye.

But what a neats ung gels! To flame in you. It is very good for the
health of a morning. Do you tell me. that now? Let me see, do. Hot and
cold and electrickery with attendance and lounge and promenade free. I
am not leering, I pink you pardons. I want to see you looking fine for
me.

We will take our walk before in the timpul they ring the earthly
bells.

I will not break the seal. Her reverence. Or that one may be separated
from the other? The keykeeper of the keys of the seven doors of the
dreamadoory in the house of the house-hold of Hecech saysaith. The
bane of Tut is on it. When parties get tight for each other they lose
all respect together. The most beautiful of woman of the veilch
veilchen veilde. It was too bad entirely! But you must sit still. So
you be either man or mouse and you be neither fish nor flesh.

Do you think you can hold on by sitting tight? Jeg suis, vos wore a
gentleman, thou arr, I am a quean.

True! You are alpsulumply wroght! Bow your boche! What are you nudging
for? For that saying is as old as the howitts.

And whatever one did they said, the fourlings, that on no acounts you
were not to.

Well, of all the ones ever I heard!

With is the winker for the muckwits of willesly and nith is the nod
for the umproar napollyon and hitheris poorblond piebold hoerse.

When he pleased?

And how long was he under loch and neagh?

I will not break the seal.

Between a stare and a sough. I want to know every single ingul. But
only the ruining of the rain has heard. Tell the woyld I have lived
true thousand hells.

I most certainly think so about it. The pipette will say anything at
all for a change. Your heart is in the system of the Shewolf and your
crested head is in the tropic of Copricapron. By hearing his thing
about a person one begins to place him for a certain in true. : and
so, to mark a bank taal she arter, the obedience of the citizens elp
the ealth of the ole. How we will make laugh over him together, me and
my Riley in the Vickar’s bed! You mean you lived as milky at
their lyceum, couard, while you learned, volp volp, to howl yourself
wolfwise. Elsewere there here no concern of the Guinnesses.

Not in the very least. I have been lost, angel. Tell the woyld I have
lived true thousand hells. I don’t follow you that far in your
otherwise accurate account. O rum it is the chomicalest thing how it
pickles up the punchey and the jude. And still a light moves long the
river. The ring man in the rong shop but the rite words by the rote
order! Adear, adear!Of what age are your birdies? Fore the battle or
efter the ball?

You cannot make a limousine lady out of a hillman minx. You have
snakked mid a fish. In the orchard of the bones.

And the rest of the guns. Only a leaf, just a leaf and then leaves.
And all his bigyttens.

Anything but that, for the fear and love of gold! One line, with with!
Do you not must want to go somewhere on the present?

She tole the tail or her toon. You known that tom?

Look at the shirt of him!

The skand for schooling. (Correspondents, by the way, will keep on
asking me what is the correct garnish to serve drisheens with.

It is so. For here the holy language. We tourned our coasts to the
good gay tunes. Yet be there some who mourn him, concluding him dead,
and more there be that wait astand.

Take her out of poor tuppeny luck before she goes off in pure treple
licquidance. My prince of the courts who’ll beat me to love!
For the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of
the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from Borneholm has
jest come to crown.

And a superpbosition! This is Delian alps. Look well! Barto no know
him mor. No wonder, pipes as kirles, that he sthings like a rheinbok.
It’s up to you. Who drowned you in drears, man, or are you
pillale with ink?

From the last finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first
one on the last one of the first. And light your mech. Not by ever
such a lot. This is seriously meant.

It reminds you of the outwashed engravure that we used to be blurring
on the blotchwall of his innkempt house. I heard the man Shee shinging
in the pantry bay. This is the Willingdone hanking the half of the hat
of lipoleums up the tail on the buckside of his big white harse.

The beggar the maid the bigger the mauler.

Quick, look at her cute and saise her quirk for the bicker she lives
the slicker she grows. And quite as patenly there is a hole in the
ballet trough which the rest fell out. So there was nothing serical
between you?

From the last finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first
one on the last one of the first.



Shutter up.


Wolkencap is on him, frowned; audiurient, he would evesdrip, were it
mous at hand, were it dinn of bottles in the far ear. From the last
finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first one on the
last one of the first. Who in his heart doubts either that the facts
of feminine clothiering are there all the time or that the feminine
fiction, stranger than the facts, is there also at the same time, only
a little to the rere? When parties get tight for each other they lose
all respect together. And who eight the last of the goose —
bellies that was mowlding from measlest years and who leff that there
and who put that here and who let the kilkenny stale the chump.

Turning up and fingering over the most dan-tellising peaches in the
lingerous longerous book of the dark. For the joy of the dew on the
flower of the fleets on the fields of the foam of the waves of the
seas of the wild main from Borneholm has jest come to crown. Saying
whiches, see his bow on the hapence, with a pat-tedyr but digit here,
he scooped the hens, hounds and horses biddy by bunny, with an arc of
his covethand, saved from the drohnings they might oncounter, untill
his cubid long, to hide in dry. Quuck, the duck of a woman for quack,
the drake of a man, her little live apples for Leas and love potients
for Leos, the next beast king.

For he was ever their quarrel, the way they would see themselves,
everybug his bodiment atop of annywom her notion, and the meet of
their noght was worth two of his morning. It is hours giving, not
more. And there was a brannewail that same sabboath night of falling
angles somewhere in Erio.

A her’s fancy for a his friend and then that fellow yours
after this follow ours. And where did she come but to the bar of his
bristolry. Sure, treasures, a letterman does be often thought reading
ye between lines that do have no sense at all.

For the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets on the fields of
the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main from Borneholm has
jest come to crown.

This one once upon awhile was the other but this is the other one
nighadays.

The has goning at gone, the is coming to come.

He wollops his mouther with a sword of tusk in as because that he
confesses how opten he used be obening her howonton he used be
undering her. And no doubt he was fit to be dried for why had he not
been having the juice of his times?

The field is down, the race is their own. His Thing Mod have undone
him: and his madthing has done him man. Comport yourself, you
inconsistency! This is the bullet that byng the flag of the
Prooshious. And me and you have made our.

The spearspid of dawnfire totouches ain the tablestoane ath the centre
of the great circle of the macroliths of Helusbelus in the boshiman
brush on this our peneplain by Fan-galuvu Bight whence the horned
cairns erge, stanserstanded, to floran frohn, idols of isthmians. Your
heart is in the system of the Shewolf and your crested head is in the
tropic of Copricapron. And he had it from the Mullah.

It is all so often and still the same to me.

Wives, rush to the restyours! This is the Willingdone hanking the half
of the hat of lipoleums up the tail on the buckside of his big white
harse. I shall come back for a little more say farther on.) He repeat
of him as pious alios cos he ast for shave and haircut people said
he’d shape of hegoat where he just was sheep of herrgott with
his tile togged. What with reins here and ribbons there all your hands
were employed so she never knew was she on land or at sea or swooped
through the blue like Airwinger’s bride.

Is you zealous of mes, brother? This is the Willingdone hanking the
half of the hat of lipoleums up the tail on the buckside of his big
white harse. How did he bank it up, swank it up, the whaler in the
punt, a guinea by a groat, his index on the balance and such wealth
into the bargain, with the boguey which he snatched in the baggage
coach ahead?

Who do you no tonigh, lazy and gentleman? But now it’s so
longed and so fared and so forth. Beware how in that hist subtaile of
schlangder2 lies liaison to tease oreilles!

The both how you see is they! So you think I have impulsivism? 5 Try
Asia for the assphalt body with the concreke soul and the forequarters
of the moon behinding out of his phase. At last he listed back to
beckline how she pranked alone so johntily. Simply adorable!

Sold in her heyday, laid in the straw, bought for one puny petunia. He
erned his lille Bunbath hard, our staly bred, the trader.

Are you not gone ahome?

O yes! Parfaitly.

On the sourd-site we have the Moskiosk Djinpalast with its twin
adjacencies, the bathouse and the bazaar, allahallahallah, and on the
sponthe-site it is the alcovan and the rosegarden, boony noughty, all
pura — puthry. For the joy of the dew on the flower of the fleets
on the fields of the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild main
from Borneholm has jest come to crown. Let us hear, therefore, as you
honour and obey the queen, whither the indwellingness of that which
shamefieth be entwined of one or atoned of two. I meyne now, thank
all, the four of them, and the roar of them, that draves that stray in
the mist and old Johnny MacDougal along with them. An infant sailing
eggshells on the floor of a wet day would have more sabby. So she said
to herself she’d frame a plan to fake a shine, the
mischiefmaker, the like of it you niever heard. How his book of craven
images! This is his largos life, this is me timtomtum and this is her
two peekweeny ones. You can ask your ass if he believes it. Yet if I
durst to express the hope how I might be able to be pre-sent. How dare
ye be laughing out of your mouthshine at the lack of that?

A hemd in need is aye a friendly deed. This is a ttrinch.

His face is the face of a son. And the tides made, veer and haul, and
the times marred, rear and fall, and, holey bucket, dinned he raign!
— Hump! A palashe for hirs, a saucy for hers and ladlelike spoons
for the wonner. : and so, to mark a bank taal she arter, the obedience
of the citizens elp the ealth of the ole. And a barrowload of guenesis
hoer his head. So the bill to the bowe.

He was down with the whooping laugh at the age of the loss of reason
the whopping first time he prediseased me. They know how they believe
that they believe that they know. It was corso in cursu on coarser
again. I can tell from here by their eau de Colo and the scent of her
oder they’re Mrs Magrath’s. And you ought to have aird
them.



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I am offering this to Signorina Cuticura and I intend to take it up
and bring it under the nosetice of Herr Harlene by way of diverting
his attentions. All the presents are deter-mining as regards for the
future the howabouts of their past absences which they might see on at
hearing could they once smell of tastes from touch. It is my rule so.
Was it yst with wyst or Lucan Yokan or where the hand of man has never
set foot? And it was never so thoughtful of either of them. Ah, who
would wipe her weeper dry and lead her to the halter? Or while waiting
for winter to fire the enchantement, decoying more nesters to fall
down the flue.

When they set fire then she’s got to glow so we may stand some
chances of warming to what every soorkabatcha, tum or hum, would like
to know. I have performed the law in truth for the lord of the law,
Taif Alif I have held out my hand for the holder of my heart in
Anna-polis, my youthrib city. I have wanted to thank you such a long
time so much now. You will never have post in your pocket unless you
have brasse on your plate. Sorer of the kreeksmen, would not thore be
old high gothsprogue!

The misery billyboots I used to lend him before we split and, be the
hole in the year, they were laking like heaven’s reflexes. Is
dads the thing in such or are tits the that?

You astonish me by it. And the hunk in his trunk it would be an insalt
foul the matter of that cellaring to a pigstrough. For he would
himself deal a treat-ment as might be trusted in anticipation of his
inculmination unto fructification for the major operation.

If you will take the view of the sea, it is at hand. So they fished in
the kettle and fought free and if she bit his tailibout all hat tiffin
for thea. But you came safe through. Was glimpsed the mean amount of
cloud?

And I truly am eucherised to yous. But lay it easy, gentle mien, we
are in rearing of a norewhig. If you will take the view of the sea, it
is at hand. I wisht I wast be that dumb tyke and he’d wish it
was me yonther heel.

Him that gronde old mand to be that haard of heaering (afore said) and
her the petty tondur with the fix in her changeable eye (which see),
Lord, me lad, he goes with blowbierd, leedy, plasheous stream. That
grene ray of earong it waves us to yonder as the red, blue and yellow
flogs time on the domisole,4 with a blewy blow and a windigo. I mean,
our strifestirrer, does she do fleurty winkies with herself Pussy is
never alone, as records her chambrette, for she can always look at
Biddles and talk petnames with her little playfilly when she is
sitting downy on the ploshmat.

The jammesons is a cook in his hair. Let us be holy and evil and let
her be peace on the bough. And I shall be misunderstord if understood
to give an unconditional sinequam to the heroicised furibouts of the
Nolanus theory, or, at any rate, of that substrate of apart from
hissheory where the Theophil swoors that on principial he was the
pointing start of his odiose by comparison and that whiles eggs will
fall cheapened all over the walled the Bure will be dear on the Brie.
But only the ruining of the rain has heard.

I oldways did me walsh and preechup ere we set to sope and fash. I had
four in the morning and a couple of the lunch and three later on, but
your saouls to the dhaoul, do ye.

: and so, to mark a bank taal she arter, the obedience of the citizens
elp the ealth of the ole. After having sat your poetries and you know
what happens when chine throws over jupan.

Who do you no tonigh, lazy and gentleman? So she said to herself
she’d frame a plan to fake a shine, the mischiefmaker, the
like of it you niever heard. It was sharming! We can’t do
without them.

Ohr for oral, key for crib, olchedolche and a lunge ad lib. The rye is
well for whose amind but the wheateny one is proper lovely.

We cannot say aye to aye. The leinstrel boy to the wall is gone and
there’s moreen astoreen for Monn and Conn. With the
tyke’s named moke. Take her out of poor tuppeny luck before
she goes off in pure treple licquidance. There you are! Rot a peck of
pa’s malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory end to
the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface.

You certainly make the most royal of noises. That was the first joke
of Willingdone, tic for tac.

I cannot let it. You fought as how they’d never woxen up, did
you, crucket? Sleep in the water, drug at the fire, shake the dust off
and dream your one who would give her sidecurls to.

So that was the end. The strollers will pass it by. I tossed that one
long before anyone.

No minzies matter. And it was never so thoughtful of either of them.
Do you can their tantrist spellings?

She tried all the winsome wonsome ways her four winds had taught her.

The Gripes had light ears left yet he could but ill see. Behose our
handmades for the lured! There will be a hen collection of him after
avensung on the feld of Hanar. Transname me loveliness, now and here
me for all times!

Though he shall live for millions of years a life of billions of
years, from their roseaced glows to their violast lustres, he shall
not forget that pucking Pugases.

And note that they who will for exile say can for dog while them that
won’t leave ingle end says now for know.

And better and better on butterand butter. The campus calls them. On
the stroke of the dozen. For the joy of the dew on the flower of the
fleets on the fields of the foam of the waves of the seas of the wild
main from Borneholm has jest come to crown. Lou must wail to cool me
airly! The rains of Demani are masikal as of yere.

Strangely cult for this ceasing of the yore. This is the pettiest of
the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from his big
white harse, the Capeinhope. But you must sit still. Now by memory
inspired, turn wheel again to the whole of the wall. The child we all
love to place our hope in for ever. I was just trying to think when I
thought I felt a flea. Of eyebrow pencilled, by lipstipple penned. And
it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the other time, the
day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the name is on the
writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and he
passing out of one desire into its fellow. Well, I saith: Angst so
mush: and desired she might not take it amiss if I esteemed her but an
odd. What do you show on? You must proach near mear for at is dark.
She will nod ampro-perly smile. I have the outmost con tempt for.
V.I.C.5.6. If you won’t release me stop to please me up the
leg of me.

Even to the extremity of the world?

Idneed I am! What do you show on? I defend you to champ my
scullion’s praises.

So they must have their final since he’s on parole. Ten men,
ton men, pen men, pun men, wont to rise a ladder. For coxyt sake and
is that what she is?

What hou! Dear and lest I for-get mergers and bow to you low,
marchers!

I was just trying to think when I thought I felt a flea. Number two
coming!

The Fin had a flux and his Ebba a ride.

For her holden heirheaps hanging down her back. Once for the
chantermale, twoce for the pother and once twoce threece for the
waither.

Every monk his own cashel where every little ligger is his own
liogotenente with inclined jambs in full purview to his pronaose and
to the deretane at his reredoss. And still here is noctules and can
tell things acommon on by that fluffy feeling.

But the world, mind, is, was and will be writing its own wrunes for
ever, man, on all matters that fall under the ban of our infrarational
senses fore the last milch-camel, the heartvein throbbing between his
eyebrowns, has still to moor before the tomb of his cousin charmian
where his date is tethered by the palm that’s hers.

And he ceased, tung and trit, and it was neversoever so dusk of both
of them.

It falls easily upon the earopen and goes down the friskly shortiest
like treacling tumtim with its tingting-taggle.

Old Vickers sate down on their airs and straightened the points of
their lace. For a nod to the nabir is better than wink to the
wabsanti.

Mr Wist is thereover beyeind the wantnot.

Tell me all. I knew some-thing would happen.

That my dig pressed in your dag si. The sehm asnuh. And how he staired
up the step after it’s the power of the gait.

If the Ming Tung no go bo to me homage me hamage kow bow tow to the
Mong Tang. But he shall have his glad stein of our zober beerbest in
Oscarshal’s winetavern. His kep is a gorsecone. See the signs
of suspicion! For, be that samesake sibsubstitute of a hooky salmon,
there’s already a big rody ram lad at random on the premises
of his haunt of the hungred bordles, as it is told me.

Loab at cod then herrin or wind thin mong them treen.

Did you dream you were ating your own tripe, acushla, that you tied
yourself up that wrynecky fix? — I see now.

From the say! And no doubt he was fit to be dried for why had he not
been having the juice of his times?

And your soreful miseries first come on you.

I did. This is mistletropes. With us his nephos and his neberls, mest
incensed and befogged by him and his smoke thereof. The old hunks on
the hill read it to perlection. Want I put myself in their kirtlies I
were ayearn to leap with them and show me too bisextine. He was. But
this all, as airs said to oska, as only that childbearer might blogas
well sidesplit? He was hardset then.

To these nunce we are but yours in ammatures yet well come that day we
shall ope to be ores. When you’ll next have the mind to retire
to be wicked this is as dainty a way as any. Is that the great
Finnleader himself in his joakimono on his statue riding the high hone
there forehengist? And so they parted.



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2 We dont hear the booming cursowarries, we wont fear the fletches of
fightning, we float the meditarenias and come bask to the isle we love
in spice. This one once upon awhile was the other but this is the
other one nighadays. And he pured him beheild of the ouishguss,
mingling a sign of the cruisk.

The pipette will say anything at all for a change. They lived und
laughed ant loved end left. Always raving how we had the wrinkles of a
snailcharmer and the slits and sniffers of a fellow that fell foul of
the county de Loona and the meattrap of the first vegetarian. That was
what stuck to the Comtesse Cantilene while she was sticking out Mavis
Toffeelips to feed her soprannated huspals, and it is henceforth
associated with her names.

She he she ho she ha to la. Though down to your dowerstrip
he’s bent to knee he maun’t know ledgings here.

I am doing it. The latter!Prepare the way! First thou shalt not smile.
I know he well.

This is rainstones ringing. (There extand by now one thou-sand and one
stories, all told, of the same). O indeed and we ware! We speak of
Gun, the farther. He loves a drary lane.

And look at here! Our isle is Sainge. As for she could shake him.

I am hather of the missed. That’s the fact. That it was like
his poll. We tourned our coasts to the good gay tunes. Thaet is seu
whaet shaell one naeme it!

We cannot smile noes from noes. With harm and aches till farther
alters!

Gone over the bays! No, I just thought you were. By the hook in your
look we’re eyed for aye were you begging the questuan with
your lutean bowl round Monkmesserag.

The bane of Tut is on it. They vain would convert the to be hers in
the word. What are you nudging for? Do you like that, silenzioso?

Her reverence. Lying beside the sedge I saw it. But I’m as pie
as is possible. And you’ll see if I’m selfthought. The
old hunks on the hill read it to perlection. Are you in the swim or
are you out?

Yes, yes! And roll away the reel world, the reel world, the reel
world!

What do you lack?

I know that place better than anyone. I fain would be solo.

He was mister-mysterion. I want to know every single ingul. Put from
your mind that and take on trust this. Wait till the honeying of the
lune, love!

It was her, boy the boy that was loft in the larch. I show because I
must see before my misfortune so a stark pointing pole.

From the last finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first
one on the last one of the first. How olave, that firile, was aplantad
in her liveside.

You mustn’t miss it or you’ll be sorry. I always
adored your hand. There was that one that was always mad gone on him,
her first king of cloves and the most broadcussed man in
Corrack-on-Sharon, County Rosecarmon. But ein and twee were never
worth three. How frilled one shall be as at taledold of Formio and
Cigalette! I’m very fond of that other of mine.

She tole the tail or her toon. The smartest vessel you could find
would elazilee him on her knee as her lucky for the Rio Grande. But
she ruz two feet hire in her aisne aestumation. He was poached on in
that eggtentical spot.

I forgive you, grondt Ondt, said the Gracehoper, weeping, For their
sukes of the sakes you are safe in whose keeping. Now who has been
tearing the leg of her drawars on her? I have been told I own
stolemines or something of that sorth in the sooth of Spainien. Who
was he to whom? Slip your oval out of touch and let the paravis be
your goal.

Every third man has a chink in his conscience and every other woman
has a jape in her mind.

In the beginning was the gest he jousstly says, for the end is with
woman, flesh-without-word, while the man to be is in a worse case
after than before since she on the supine satisfies the verg to him!

And he ceased, tung and trit, and it was neversoever so dusk of both
of them. It is all so often and still the same to me.

Et would proffer to his delected one the his trifle from the grass.
What was it? I know that place better than anyone. From prudals to the
secular but from the cumman to the nowter. If I were to speak my ohole
mouthful to arinam about it you should call me the ormuzd aliment in
your midst of faime. But Nichtia you bound not to loose’s gone
on Neffin since she clapped her charmer on him at Gormagareen. Comport
yourself, you inconsistency!

While the bucks bite his dos his hart bides the ros till the bounds of
his bays bell the warning. Let us leave theories there and return to
here’s here. He fould the fourd; they found the hurtled
stones; they fell ill with the gravy duck: and he sod town with the
roust of the meast. Yet all they who heard or redelivered are now with
that family of bards and Vergobretas himself and the crowd of
Caraculacticors as much no more as be they not yet now or had they
then not-ever been.

And as your who may look like how on the owther side of his big
belttry your tyrs and cloes your noes and paradigm maymay rererise in
eren. 1 Sweet — some auburn, cometh up as a selfreizing flower,
that fragolance of the fraisey beds: the phoenix, his pyre, is still
flaming away with trueprat-tight spirit: the wren his nest is niedelig
as the turrises of the sabines are televisible. That might keep her
from throwing delph.4 As I was saying, while retorting thanks, you
make me a reborn of the cards. She was gone.

Father ourder about the mathers of prenanciation. Are you in the swim
or are you out? Do you think you can hold on by sitting tight? Do not
you waken him!

Otherways wesways like that provost scoffing bedoueen the jebel and
the jpysian sea. He fould the fourd; they found the hurtled stones;
they fell ill with the gravy duck: and he sod town with the roust of
the meast.

There lies her word, you reder! So for the second tryon all the
meeting of the acarras had it. Pat is the man for thy.

Are you enjoying, this same little me, my life, my love?

Love all. He feels he ought to be as asamed of me as me to be ashunned
of him.

But lay it easy, gentle mien, we are in rearing of a norewhig. And she
has a heart of Arin! Tis perfect. You know who was wrote about in the
Orange Book of Estchapel?

Hinther and thonther, hant by hont. His Thing Mod have undone him: and
his madthing has done him man. I overstand you, you understand. But
this is no laughing matter. I seen your missus in the hall. I pick up
your reproof, the horsegift of a friend, For the prize of your save is
the price of my spend. They vain would convert the to be hers in the
word. You could trot a mouse on it. So they must have their final
since he’s on parole. You’ll die when you hear.

And there came down to the hither bank a woman to all important
(though they say that she was comely, spite the cold in her heed) and,
for he was as like it as blow it to a hawker’s hank, she
plucked down the Gripes, torn panicky autotone, in angeu from his limb
and cariad away its beotitubes with her to her unseen shieling, it is,
De Rore Coeli.

And there aramny maeud, then they were saying, these so piou- pious!).
A spitter that can be depended on. I could have stayed up there for
always only.

You could hear them swearing threaties on the Cymylaya Mountains, man.
He hear her voi of day gon by.

This is his big wide harse. And thanks ever so many for the ten and
the one with nothing at all on. No such fender. I give to me alone I
trouble give! You in your stolen mace and anvil, Magnes, and her
burrowed in Berkness cirrchus clouthses. The jinnies is a cooin her
hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the
band up.

Sometimes he would keep silent for a few minutes as if in prayer and
clasp his forehead and during the time he would be thinking to himself
and he would not mind anybody who would be talking to him or crying
stinking fish.

Arrah, leave it to Hosty, frosty Hosty, leave it to Hosty for
he’s the mann to rhyme the rann, the rann, the rann, the king
of all ranns. First he was living to feel what the eldest daughter she
was panseying and last he was dying to know what old Madre Patriack
does be up to.

In the name of the former and of the latter and of their holo-caust. I
invert the initial of your tripartite and sign it sternly, and adze to
girdle. on your breast. I have abwaited me in a water of Elin and I
have placed my reeds intectis before the Registower of the perception
of tribute in the hall of the city of Analbe. She must have been a
gadabount in her day, so she must, more than most.

Good licks! Did ye save any tin? says he. Go, parry! Who was he to
whom? And so it all ended. It’s our last fight, Megantic, fear
you will! What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired and ventilated! 2
That is tottinghim in his boots. O ado please shop!
Suchcaughtawan!Fish hands Macsorley!Easy, my dear, if they tingle you
either say nothing or nod. So he done it. Dearo, dear! Repose you now!
It was sharming! The earth’s atrot! Send us and peace! Ho,
Lord! What will be is. I have won straight.

This is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a
ball up his ear to the Willingdone. Now who has been tearing the leg
of her drawars on her?

My heart, my coming forth of darkness! A hov and az ov and off like a
gow! Great goodness, no! And a find time. You still stand by and do as
hit (private). Pay bearer, sure and sorry, at foot of ohoho honest
policist.

It was so duusk that the tears of night began to fall, first by ones
and twos, then by threes and fours, at last by fives and sixes of
sevens, for the tired ones were wecking, as we weep now with them. Who
in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering are
there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the
facts, is there also at the same time, only a little to the rere?

Up tighty in the front, down again on the loose, drim and drumming on
her back and a pop from her whistle.

And we are not trespassing on his corns either. But, hellas, it is
harrobrew bad on the corns and callouses.



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gobbet for its quantity of quality but who wants to cheat the
choker’s got to learn to chew the cud. How could one
classically? Have you whines for my wedding, did you bring bride and
bedding, will you whoop for my deading is a?

The ring man in the rong shop but the rite words by the rote order! It
is my rule so. It was there Evora told me I had best.

With best apolojigs and merrymoney thanks to self for all the
clerricals and again begs guerdon for bistris-pissing on your
bunificence. No silver ash or switches for that one!

For the loves of sinfintins!

You can ask your ass if he believes it. It is my rule so. That is more
than I can fix, for the teom bihan, anyway. Worther waist in the
noblest, says Adams and Sons, the wouldpay actionneers. I done me best
when I was let. Up he stulpled, glee you gees, with search a fling did
die near sea, beamy owen and calmy hugh and if you what you my call
for me I will wishyoumaycull for you. He has had some indiejestings,
poor thing, for quite a little while, confused by his tonguer of
baubble. He wished to grieve on the good persons, that is the four
gentlemen.

And there’s food for refection when the whole flock’s
at home.

Hairfluke, if he could bad twig her! At the site of salvocean. He took
a round stroll and he took a stroll round and he took a round
strollagain till the grillies in his head and the leivnits in his hair
made him thought he had the Tossmania. Mades of ashens when you flirt
spoil the lad but spare his shirt! For a haunting way will go and you
need not make your mow.

Theirs theres is a gentle — meants agreement.

Nay, that we passed.

And it was.

You’d have Colley Macaires on your lump of lead.

And bud did down well right.

So you see the Mookse he had reason as I knew and you knew and he knew
all along. And he sod her in Iarland, paved her way from Maizenhead to
Youghal. Rinse them out and aston along with you! Why I love taking
him out when I unletched his cordon gate. From the last finger on the
second foot of the fourth man to the first one on the last one of the
first. They’ll never see.

3 Gag his tubes yourself. They will be tuggling foriver. And there is
nihil nuder under the clothing moon. A so united family pateramater is
not more existing on papel or off of it. I’m not half Norawain
for nothing. So you see the Mookse he had reason as I knew and you
knew and he knew all along.

There’s a split in the infinitive from to have to have been to
will be. But look what you have in your handself! Was it Unity Moore
or Estella Swifte or Varina Fay or Quarta Quaedam?

Yet if I durst to express the hope how I might be able to be pre-sent.
My side, thank decretals, is as safe as motherour’s houses, he
continued, and I can seen from my holeydome what it is to be wholly
sane.

Who could bit you att to a tenyerdfuul when aastalled?

Apply your five wits to the four verilatest. So for the second tryon
all the meeting of the acarras had it.

And thanks ever so many for the ten and the one with nothing at all
on. But, thunder and turf, it’s not alover yet!

More, unless we were neverso wrongtaken, if he brought his boots to
pause in peace, the one beside the other one, right on the road, he
would seize no sound from cache or cave beyond the flow of wand was
gypsing water, telling him now, telling him all, all about ham and
livery, stay and toast ham in livery, and buttermore with murmurladen,
to waker oats for him on livery. You’re not there yet. And no
more of your maimed acts after this with your kowtoros and criados to
every tome, thick and heavy, and our onliness of his revelance to your
ultitude. Come here, Herr Studiosus, till I tell you a wig in your
ear. I’ll raft it back, first thing in the marne. How could
one classically? Or the other swore his eric. We speak of Gun, the
farther. The savest lauf in the world. For the people of the shed are
the sure ads of all quorum. I am underheerd by old billfaust. The bark
is still there but the molars are gone. You try a little tich to the
tissle of his tail. Your parn!

5 Try Asia for the assphalt body with the concreke soul and the
forequarters of the moon behinding out of his phase.

And there I must leave you subject for the pressing. We’ll
soon be there with the freshet. I know right well what you mean. Out
of the paunschaup on to the pyre. He has lost.

Your prayers.

One bully son growing the goff and his twinger read out by the Nazi
Priers. Now listed to one aneither and liss them down and smoothen out
your leaves of rose. And no doubt he was fit to be dried for why had
he not been having the juice of his times?

While the dapplegray dawn drags nearing nigh for to wake all droners
that drowse in Dublin. All in fact is soon as all of old right as
anywas ever in very old place.

So she said to herself she’d frame a plan to fake a shine, the
mischiefmaker, the like of it you niever heard. The man in the street
can see the coming event. This is the glider that gladdened the girl5
that list to the wind that lifted the leaves that folded the fruit
that hung on the tree that grew in the garden Gough gave. All were
wrong, so Shem himself, the doctator, took the cake, the correct
solution being — all give it up? —; when he is a —
yours till the rending of the rocks, — Sham. That one of a wife
with folty barnets. From Shopalist to Bailywick or from ashtun to
baronoath or from Buythebanks to Roundthehead or from the foot of the
bill to ireglint’s eye he calmly extensolies. The forgein
offils is on the shove to lay you out dossier.

And they leaved the most leavely of leaftimes and the most
folliagenous till there came the marrer of mirth and the
jangthe-rapper of all jocolarinas and they were as were they never
ere. That was the prick of the spindle to me that gave me the keys to
dreamland. With the old sit in his shoulders, and the new satin atlas
onder his uxter, erning his breadth to the swelt of his proud and,
picking up the emberose of the lizod lights, his tail toiled of spume
and spawn, and the bulk of him, and hulk of him as whenever it was he
reddled a ruad to riddle a rede from the sphinxish pairc while Ede was
a guardin, ere love a side issue.



Shutter up.


Once for the chantermale, twoce for the pother and once twoce threece
for the waither. As the last liar in the earth begeylywayled the first
lady of the forest. The siss of the whisp of the sigh of the softzing
at the stir of the ver grose O arundo of a long one in midias reeds:
and shades began to glidder along the banks, greepsing, greepsing,
duusk unto duusk, and it was as glooming as gloaming could be in the
waste of all peacable worlds.

Ah, my sorrowful, his cloister dreeping of his monkshood, how it is
triste to death, all his dark ivytod! He wented to go (somewhere)
while he was weeting.

A nigg for a nogg and a thrate for a throte. As keymaster fits the
lock it weds so this bally builder to his streamline secret. He repeat
of him as pious alios cos he ast for shave and haircut people said
he’d shape of hegoat where he just was sheep of herrgott with
his tile togged.

Whose every has herdifferent from the similies with her site. Its ist
not the tear on this movent sped. If thees lobed the sex of his head
and mees ates the seep of his traublers he’s dancing figgies
to the spittle side and shoving outs the soord. For the joy of the dew
on the flower of the fleets on the fields of the foam of the waves of
the seas of the wild main from Borneholm has jest come to crown.

It was the first woman, they said, souped him, that fatal wellesday,
Lili Coninghams, by suggesting him they go in a field. For he was ever
their quarrel, the way they would see themselves, everybug his
bodiment atop of annywom her notion, and the meet of their noght was
worth two of his morning.

That he was when he was not eluding from the whole of the woman. He
had not the declaination, as what with the foos as whet with the fays,
but so far as hanging a goobes on the precedings, wherethen the lag
allows, it mights be anything after darks. And note that they who will
for exile say can for dog while them that won’t leave ingle
end says now for know. The piece was this: look at the lamps. I sow
home slowly now by own way, moy — valley way. It is how sweet
from her, the wispful, and they are soon seen swopsib so a sautril as
a meise. I had four in the morning and a couple of the lunch and three
later on, but your saouls to the dhaoul, do ye. You told my larned
friend rather previously, a moment since, about this mound or barrow.

Your parn!

From the last finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first
one on the last one of the first. Whoforyou lies his last, by the
wrath of Bog, like the erst curst Hun in the bed of his treubleu
Donawhu. And it was thus he was at every time, that son, and the other
time, the day was in it and after the morrow Diremood is the name is
on the writing chap of the psalter, the juxtajunctor of a dearmate and
he passing out of one desire into its fellow. The lightning look, the
birding cry, awe from the grave, ever-flowing on the times. They were
the big four, the four maaster waves of Erin, all listening, four.
With sobs for his job, with tears for his toil, with horror for his
squalor but with pep for his perdition,1 lo, the boor plieth as the
laird hireth him.

Where have you been in the uterim, enjoying yourself all the morning
since your last wetbed confession? Who in his heart doubts either that
the facts of feminine clothiering are there all the time or that the
feminine fiction, stranger than the facts, is there also at the same
time, only a little to the rere?

Who in his heart doubts either that the facts of feminine clothiering
are there all the time or that the feminine fiction, stranger than the
facts, is there also at the same time, only a little to the rere?

There was plumbs and grumes and cheriffs and citherers and raiders and
cinemen too. The war is in words and the wood is the world. From the
last finger on the second foot of the fourth man to the first one on
the last one of the first. From the last finger on the second foot of
the fourth man to the first one on the last one of the first. I
sniffed that lad long before anyone. So now, to thalk thildish, thome,
theated with Mag at the oilthan we are doing to thay one little player
before doing to deed.

Preservative perseverance in the reeducation of his intestines was the
rebuttal by whilk he sort of git the big bulge on the whole bunch of
spasoakers, dieting against glues and gra-vies, in that sometime
prestreet protown. A lala! — Paud the roosky, weren’t
they all of them then each in his different way of saying calling on
the one in the same time hibernian knights underthaner that was
having, half for the laugh of the bliss it sint barbaras another
doesend end once tale of a tublin wished on to him with its olives
ocolombs and its hills owns ravings and Tutty his tour in his
Nowhare’s yarcht.

With the tabarine tamtammers of the whirligigmagees. Till first he
sighed (and how ill soufered!) and they nearly cried (the salt of the
earth!) after which he pondered and finally he replied: — There
is some thing more.