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    Jute. - 'Zmorde!   
    Mutt. - Meldundleize! By the fearse wave behoughted. Des-   
            pond's sung. And thanacestross mound have swollup   
            them all. This ourth of years is not save brickdust   
            and being humus the same roturns. He who runes   
            may rede it on all fours. O'c'stle, n'wc'stle, tr'c'stle,   
            crumbling! Sell me sooth the fare for Humblin! Hum-   
            blady Fair. But speak it allsosiftly, moulder! Be in  
            your whisht!  
    Jute. - Whysht?  
    Mutt. - The gyant Forficules with Amni the fay.  
    Jute. - Howe?  
    Mutt. - Here is viceking's graab.  
    Jute. - Hwaad !   
    Mutt. - Ore you astoneaged, jute you?   
    Jute. - Oye am thonthorstrok, thing mud.   
    (Stoop) if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what curios   
of signs (please stoop), in this allaphbed! Can you rede (since   
We and Thou had it out already) its world? It is the same told  
of all. Many. Miscegenations on miscegenations. Tieckle. They  
lived und laughed ant loved end left. Forsin. Thy thingdome is
given to the Meades and Porsons. The meandertale, aloss and  
again, of our old Heidenburgh in the days when Head-in-Clouds  
walked the earth. 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. But with a rush out of his  
navel reaching the reredos of Ramasbatham. A terricolous vively-  
onview this; queer and it continues to be quaky. A hatch, a celt,  
an earshare the pourquose of which was to cassay the earthcrust at  
all of hours, furrowards, bagawards, like yoxen at the turnpaht.  
Here say figurines billycoose arming and mounting. Mounting and  
arming bellicose figurines see here. Futhorc, this liffle effingee is for  
a firefing called a flintforfall. Face at the eased! O I fay! Face at the  
waist! Ho, you fie! Upwap and dump em, ╖ace to ╙ace! When a