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 ampersands under which we can glypse at and feel for ourselves
 across all those rushyears the warm soft short pants of the quick-
 scribbler: the vocative lapse from which it begins and the accu-
 sative hole in which it ends itself; the aphasia of that heroic agony
 of recalling a once loved number leading slip by slipper to a
 general amnesia of misnomering one's own: next those ars, rrrr!
 those [[ars all bellical]], the highpriest's hieroglyph of kettletom and
 oddsbones, wrasted redhandedly from our hallowed rubric prayer
 for truce with booty, <I>O'Remus pro Romulo</I>, and rudely from the
 fane's pinnacle tossed down by porter to within an aim's ace of
 their quatrain of rubyjets among Those Who arse without the
 Temple nor since Roe's Distillery burn'd have quaff'd Night's
 firefill'd Cup But jig jog jug as Day the Dicebox Throws, whang,
 loyal six I lead, out wi'yer heart's bluid, blast ye, and there she's
 for you, sir, whang her, the fine ooman, rouge to her lobster
 locks, the rossy, whang, God and O'Mara has it with his ruddy
 old Villain Rufus, wait, whang, God and you're another he
 hasn't for there's my spoil five of spuds's trumps, whang, whack
 on his pigsking's Kisser for him, K.M. O'Mara where are you?;
 then (coming over to the left aisle corner down) the cruciform
 postscript from which three <I>basia</I> or shorter and smaller <I>oscula</I>
 have been overcarefully scraped away, plainly inspiring the tene-
 brous [[Tunc_page|<I>Tunc</I> page]] of the [[Book of Kells]] (and then it need not be
 lost sight of that there are exactly three squads of candidates for
 the crucian rose awaiting their turn in the marginal panels of
 Columkiller, chugged in their three ballotboxes, then set apart for
 such hanging committees, where two was enough for anyone,
 starting with old Matthew himself, as he with great distinction
 said then just as since then people speaking have fallen into the
 custom, when speaking to a person, of saying two is company
 when the third person is the person darkly spoken of, and then
 that last labiolingual <I>basium</I> might be read as a <I>suavium</I> if who-
 ever the embracer then was wrote with a tongue in his (or per-
 haps her) cheek as the case may have been then) and the fatal
 droopadwindle slope of the blamed scrawl, a sure sign of imper-
 fectible moral blindness; the toomuchness, the fartoomanyness