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[[TOC]] [[Page 487]] [[Page 489]] that first liar. Let us hear, therefore, as you honour and obey the queen, whither the indwellingness of that which shamefieth be entwined of one or atoned of two. Let us hear, Art simplicissime! &mdash; Dearly beloved brethren: [[Bruno and Nola]], [[leymon bogholders]] and [[stationary lifepartners]] off orangey Saint Nessau Street, were explaining it avicendas all round each other ere yesterweek out of [[Ibn Sen]] and [[Ipanzussch]]. When himupon Nola Bruno mono- polises his egobruno most unwillingly seses by the mortal powers [[alionola]] equal and opposite [[brunoipso]], <I>[[id est]],</I> eternally provoking alio opposite equally as provoked as Bruno at being eternally opposed by Nola. [[Poor omniboose, singalow singelearum]]: so is he! &mdash; One might hear in their beyond that lionroar in the air again, the zoohoohoom of [[Felin make Call]]. Bruin goes to Noble, [[aver who is]]? If is itsen? Or you mean Nolans but Volans, an alibi, do you Mutemalice, suffering unegoistically from the [[singular]] but positively [[enjoying on the plural]]? Dustify of that sole, you breather! Ruemember, blither, thou must lie! &mdash; [[Oyessoyess]]! I never dramped of [[prebeing]] a postman but I mean in [[ostralian]] someplace, mults deeply belubdead; my allaboy brother, Negoist Cabler, of this city, whom 'tis better ne'er to name, my said brother, the skipgod, expulled for looking at churches from behind, who is sender of the Hullo Eve Cenograph in prose and worse every Allso's night. High Brazil Brandan's Deferred, midden Erse clare language, Nought- noughtnought nein. [[Assass]]. Dublire, per Neuropaths. Punk. Starving today plays punk opening tomorrow two plays punk wire splosh how two plays punk Cabler. Have you forgotten poor Alby Sobrinos, Geoff, you blighter, identifiable by the necessary white patch on his rear? How he went to his swilters- land after his lungs, my sad late brother, before his coglionial expancian? Won't you join me in a small halemerry, a bottle of the best, for wellmet Capeler, united Irishmen, what though pre- ferring the stranger, the [[coughs]] and the [[itches]] and the [[minnies]] and the [[ratties]] the opulose and bilgenses, for of his was the patriots mistaken. The heart that wast our Graw McGree!

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