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[[TOC]] [[Page 160]] [[Page 162]] michelangelines have fooled to dread I proved to mindself as to your sotisfiction how his abject all through (the <I>quickquid</I> of Pro- fessor Ciondolone's too frequently hypothecated [[<I>Bettlermensch</I>]]) is nothing so much more than a mere cashdime however genteel he may want ours, if we please (I am speaking to us in the second person), for to [[this graded intellecktuals]] dime <I>is</I> cash and the cash system (you must not be allowed to forget that this is all contained, I mean the system, in the dogmarks of origen on spurios) means that I cannot now have or nothave a piece of cheeps in your pocket at the same time and with the same man- ners as you can now nothalf or half the cheek apiece I've in mind unless [[Burrus and Caseous]] have not or not have seemaultaneous- ly sysentangled themselves, selldear to soldthere, once in the dairy days of buy and buy. Burrus, let us like to imagine, is a genuine prime, the real choice, full of natural greace, the mildest of milkstoffs yet un- beaten as a risicide and, of course, obsoletely unadulterous whereat Caseous is obversely the revise of him and in fact not an ideal choose by any meals, though the betterman of the two is meltingly addicted to the more casual side of the arrivaliste case and, let me say it at once, as zealous over him as is passably he. The seemsame home and histry seeks and hidepence which we used to be reading for our prepurgatory, hot, Schott? till Duddy shut the shopper op and Mutti, poor Mutti! brought us our poor suppy, (ah who! eh how!) in Acetius and Oleosus and Sellius Volatilis and Petrus Papricus! Our Old Party quite united round the Slatbowel at Commons: [[Pfarrer]] Salamoss himself and that sprog of a [[Pedersill]] and his Sprig of Thyme and a dozen of the Murphybuds and a score and more of the hot young Capels and Lettucia in her greensleeves and you too and me three, twinsome bibs but hansome ates, like [[shakespill]] and eggs! But there's many a split pretext bowl and jowl; and (snob screwing that cork, Schott!) to understand this as well as you can, feeling how back- ward you are in your down-to-the-ground benches, I have com- pleted the following arrangement for the coarse use of stools and if I don't make away with you I'm beyond Caesar outnullused.

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