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 things feminite, towooerds him in heliolatry, so they may catch-
 cup in their calyzettes, alls they go troping, those parryshoots
 from his muscalone pistil, for he can eyespy through them, to
 their selfcolours, nevertheleast their tissue peepers, (meaning
 Mullabury mesh, the time of appling flowers, a guarded figure
 of speech, a variety of perfume, a bridawl, seamist inso one) as
 leichtly as see saw (O my goodmiss! O my greatmess! O my
 prizelestly preshoes!) while, dewyfully as dimb dumbelles, all
 alisten to his elixir. Lovelyt!
     And they said to him: 
     <STRIKE>    </STRIKE> Enchainted, dear sweet [[Stainusless]], young confessor, dearer 
 dearest, [[we herehear, aboutobloss, O coelicola, thee salutamt]].
 Pattern of our [[unschoold]], pageantmaster, deliverer of softmis-
 sives, round the world in forty mails, bag, belt and balmybeam,
 our barnaboy, our chepachap, with that pampipe in your put-
 away, gab borab, when you will be after doing all your sight-
 seeing and soundhearing and smellsniffing and tastytasting and
 tenderumstouchings in all Daneygaul, send us, your adorables,
 thou overblaseed, a wise and letters play of all you can ceive,
 chief celtech chappy, from your holy post now you hast as-
 certained ceremonially our names. Unclean you art not. Outcaste
 thou are not. Leperstower, the karman's loki, has not blanched
 at our pollution and your intercourse at ninety legsplits does not
 defile. Untouchable is not the scarecrown is on you. You are
 pure. You are pure. You are in your puerity. You have not
 brought stinking members into the house of Amanti. Elleb Inam,
 Titep Notep, we name them to the Hall of Honour. Your head
 has been touched by the god Enel-Rah and your face has been
 brightened by the goddess Aruc-Ituc. Return, sainted youngling,
 and walk once more among us! The rains of Demani are masikal
 as of yere. And Baraza is all aflower. Siker of calmy days. As
 shiver as shower can be. Our breed and better class is in brood
 and bitter pass. Labbeycliath longs. But we're counting on the
 cluck. The Great Cackler comes again. Sweetstaker, Abel lord of
 all our haloease, we (to be slightly more femmiliar perhips than is
 slickly more then nacessory), toutes philomelas as well as mag-