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 Le Mieux not Benjamin's Lea not Tholomew's Whaddingtun
 gnot Antwarp gnat Musca not Corry's not Weir's not the Arch
 not The Smug not The Dotch House not The Uval nothing
 Grand nothing Splendid (Grahot or Spletel) nayther <I>Erat Est</I>
 <I>Erit</I> noor <I>Non michi sed luciphro?</I>
      Answer: [[Thine obesity, O civilian, hits the felicitude of our orb|Thine obesity, O civilian, hits the felicitude of our]] 
 [[Thine obesity, O civilian, hits the felicitude of our orb|orb]]!
      4. What Irish capitol city (a dea [[o dea]]!) of two syllables and 
 six letters, with a deltic origin and a nuinous end, (ah dust oh
 dust!) can boost of having <I>a</I>) the most extensive public park in
 the world, <I>b</I>) the most expensive brewing industry in the world,
 <I>c</I>) the most expansive peopling thoroughfare in the world, <I>d</I>) the
 most phillohippuc theobibbous pa&ugrave;pulation in the word: and
 harmonise your abecedeed responses?
      Answer: <I>a</I>) Delfas. And when ye'll hear the gould hommers 
 of my heart, my floxy loss, bingbanging again the ribs of yer
 resistance and the tenderbolts of my rivets working to your
 destraction ye'll be sheverin wi' all yer dinful sobs when <I>we'll</I> go
 riding acope-acurly, you with yer orange garland and me with
 my conny cordial, down the greaseways of rollicking into the
 waters of wetted life. <I>b</I>) Dorhqk. And sure where can you have
 such good old chimes anywhere, and <I>leave</I> you, as on the Mash
 and how'tis I would be engaging you with my plovery soft ac-
 cents and descanting upover the scene beunder me of your loose
 vines in their hairafall with them two loving loofs braceleting the
 slims of your ankles and your mouth's flower rose and sinking
 ofter the soapstone of silvry speech. <I>c</I>) Nublid. Isha, why
 wouldn't we be happy, avourneen, on. the mills'money he'll
 soon be leaving you as soon as I've my own owned brooklined
 Georgian mansion's lawn to recruit upon by Doctor Cheek's
 special orders and my copper's panful of soybeans and [[Irish]] in
 my east hand and a [[James's Gate in my west]], after all the errears
 and [[erroriboose]] of combarative embottled history, and your
 goodself churning over the newleaved butter (<I>more</I> power to
 you), the choicest and the cheapest from Atlanta to Oconee,
 while I'll be drowsing in the gaarden. <I>d</I>) Dalway. I hooked my