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 <I>Partiprise my thinwhins whiles my [[blink points]] unbroken on</I>
 <I>Your whole's whercabroads with Tout's trightyright token on.</I>
 <I>My in risible universe youdly haud find</I>
 <I>[[Sulch oxtrabeeforeness meat soveal behind.]]</I>
 <I>[[Your feats end enormous, your volumes immense,]]</I>
 <I>(May the Graces I hoped for sing your Ondtship song sense!),</I>
 <I>[[Your genus its worldwide, your spacest sublime!]]</I>
 <I>But, Holy Saltmartin, [[why can't you beat time?]]</I>
   
     [[In the name of the former and of the latter and of their holocaust. Allmen.|In the name of the former and of the latter and of their holo-]] 
 [[In the name of the former and of the latter and of their holocaust. Allmen.|caust. Allmen.]]
     &mdash;&mdash; Now? How good you are in explosition! How farflung is <I>Qui</I>
 <I>vive sparanto qua muore contanto</I>. O foibler, O flip, you've that
 wandervogl wail withyin! It falls easily upon the earopen and goes
 down the friskly shortiest like [[treacling tumtim]] with its tingting-
 taggle. The blarneyest blather in all Corneywall! But could you,
 of course, decent [[Lettrechaun]], we knew (to change your name of
 not your nation) while still in the barrel, read the strangewrote
 anaglyptics of those shemletters patent for [[His Christian's Em]]?
     &mdash;&mdash; Greek! Hand it to me! Shaun replied, plosively pointing to 
 the cinnamon quistoquill behind his acoustrolobe. I'm as after-
 dusk nobly Roman as pope and water could christen me. Look
 at that for a ridingpin! I am, thing Sing Larynx, letter potent to
 play the sem backwards like Oscan wild or in shunt Persse trans-
 luding from the Otherman or off the Toptic or anything off the
 types of my finklers in the draught or with buttles, with my oyes
 thickshut and all. But, hellas, it is harrobrew bad on the corns and
 callouses. As far as that goes I associate myself with your remark
 just now from theodicy <I>re</I>'furloined notepaper and quite agree in
 your prescriptions for indeed I am, pay Gay, in juxtaposition to
 say it is not a nice production. It is a pinch of scribble, not
 wortha bottle of cabbis. Overdrawn! Puffedly offal tosh! Be-
 sides its auctionable, all about crime and libel! Nothing beyond
 clerical horrors <I>et omnibus</I> to be entered for the foreign as second-
 class matter. The fuellest filth ever fired since Charley Lucan's.