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 the wious pish of your cogodparents, soph, among countless
 occasions of failing (for, said you, I will elenchate), adding to the
 malice of your transgression, yes, and changing its nature, (you
 see I have read your theology for you) alternating the morosity
 of my delectations &mdash;&mdash; a philtred love, trysting by tantrums,
 small peace in ppenmark &mdash;&mdash; with sensibility, sponsibility, passi-
 bility and prostability, your lubbock's other fear pleasures of a
 butler's life, even extruding your strabismal apologia, when
 legibly depressed, upon defenceless paper and thereby adding to
 the already unhappiness of this our popeyed world, scribblative!
 &mdash;&mdash; all that too with cantreds of countless catchaleens, the man-
 nish as many as the minneful, congested around and about you
 for acres and roods and poles or perches, thick as the fluctuant
 sands of Chalwador, accomplished women, indeed fully edu-
 canded, far from being old and rich behind their dream of arri-
 visme, if they have only their honour left, and not deterred by bad
 weather when consumed by amorous passion, struggling to pos-
 sess themselves of your boosh, one [[son of Sorge]] for all daughters
 of Anguish,<I> solus cum sola sive cuncties cum omnibobs</I> (I'd have
 been the best man for you, myself), mutely aying for hat natural
 knot, debituary vases or vessels preposterous, for what would
 not have cost you ten bolivars of collarwork or the price of one
 ping pang, just a lilt, let us trillt, of the oldest song in the wooed
 woodworld, (two-we! to-one!), accompanied by a plain gold
 band! Hail! Hail! Highbosomheaving Missmisstress Morna of
 the allsweetheartening bridemuredemeanour! Her eye's so glad-
 some we'll all take shares in the &mdash;&mdash;&mdash;&mdash; groom!
     Sniffer of carrion, premature gravedigger, seeker of the nest 
 of evil in the bosom of a good word, you, who sleep at our vigil
 and fast for our feast, you with your dislocated reason, have
 cutely foretold, a jophet in your own absence, by blind poring
 upon your many scalds and burns and blisters, impetiginous sore
 and pustules, by the auspices of that raven cloud, your shade, and
 by the auguries of rooks in parlament, death with every disaster,
 the [[dynamitisation of colleagues]], the [[reducing of records to ashes|reducing of records to]]
 [[reducing of records to ashes|ashes]], the [[levelling of all customs by blazes]], the return of a lot