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Sagart can self laud nilobstant to Lowman Catlick's patrician
morning coat of arms with my High tripenniferry cresta and
caudal mottams: Itch dean: which Gaspey, Otto and Sauer, he
renders: echo stay so! Addressing eat or not eat body Yours
am. And, Mind, praisegad, is the first praisonal Egoname Yod
heard boissboissy in Moy Bog's domesday. Hastan the vista! Or
in alleman: Suck at!
     — Suck it yourself, sugarstick! Misha, Yid think whose was 
asking to luckat your sore toe or to taste your gaspy, hot and
sour! Ichthyan! Hegvat tosser! Gags be plebsed! Between his
voyous and her consinnantes! Thugg, Dirke and Hacker with
Rose Lankester and Blanche Yorke! Are we speachin d'anglas
landadge or are you sprakin sea Djoytsch? Oy soy, Bleseyblasey,
where to go is knowing remain? Become quantity that discourse
bothersome when what do? Knowing remain? Come back, baddy
wrily, to Bullydamestough! Cum him, buddy rowly, with me!
What about your thruppenny croucher of an old fellow, me boy,
through the ages, tell us, eh? What about Brian's the Vauntand-
onlieme, Master Monk, eh, eh, Spira in Me Domino, spear me
Doyne! Fat prize the bonafide peachumpidgeonlover, eh, eh,
eh, esquire earwugs, escusado, of Jenkins' Area, with his I've Ivy
under his tangue and the hohallo to his dullaphone, before there
was a sound in the world? How big was his boost friend and be
shanghaied to him? The swaaber! The twicer, trifoaled in Wan-
stable! Loud's curse to him! 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. Ho ha hi he hung! Tsing tsing!
     — Me no angly mo, me speakee Yellman's lingas. Nicey Doc 
Mistel Lu, please! Me no pigey ludiments all same numpa one
Topside Tellmastoly fella. Me pigey savvy a singasong anothel
time. Pleasie, Mista Lukie Walkie! Josadam cowbelly maam
belongame shepullamealahmalong, begolla, Jackinaboss belonga-
she; plentymuch boohoomeo.
     — Hell's Confucium and the Elements! Tootoo moohootch! 
Thot's never the postal cleric, checking chinchin chat with nip-