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[[TOC]] [[Page 596]] [[Page 598]] worn. Soe? La! Lamfadar's arm it has cocoincidences. You mean to see we have been hadding a sound night's sleep? You may so. It is just, it is just about to, it is just about to rolywholyover. Svapnasvap. Of all the stranger things that ever not even in the hundrund and badst pageans of unthowsent and wonst nice or in eddas and oddes bokes of [[tomb, dyke and hollow]] to be have happened! The untireties of livesliving being the one substrance of a streamsbecoming. Totalled in toldteld and teldtold in tittle- tell tattle. Why? Because, graced be Gad and all giddy gadgets, [[in whose words were the beginnings]], there are two signs to turn to, [[the yest and the ist,]] the wright side and the wronged side, feeling aslip and wauking up, so an, so farth. Why? On the sourd- site we have the Moskiosk Djinpalast with its twin adjacencies, the bathouse and the bazaar, [[allahallahallah,]] and on the sponthe- site it is the alcovan and the rosegarden, boony noughty, all pura- puthry. Why? One's apurr apuss a [[story about brid]] and break- fedes and parricombating and coushcouch but others is of tholes and oubworn buyings, dolings and chafferings in heat, contest and enmity. Why? Every talk has his stay, vidnis Shavarsanjivana, and all-a-dreams perhapsing under lucksloop at last are through. Why? It is a sot of a swigswag, systomy dystomy, which evera- body you ever anywhere at all [[doze]]. Why? Such me. And [[howpsadrowsay]]. Lok! A shaft of shivery in the act, anilancinant. Cold's sleuth! Vayuns! Where did thots come from? It is infinitesimally fevers, resty fever, risy fever, a coranto of aria, sleeper awakening, in the smalls of one's back presentiment, gip, and again, geip, a flash from a future of maybe mahamayability through the windr of a wondr in a wildr is a weltr as a wirbl of a warbl is a world. Tom. It is perfect degrees excelsius. A jaladaew still stilleth. Cloud lay but mackrel are. [[Anemone]] activescent,the [[torporature]] is re- turning to mornal. Humid nature is feeling itself freely at ease with the all fresco. The vervain is to herald as the grass admini- sters. They say, they say in effect, they really say. You have [[eaden]] fruit. Say whuit. You have snakked mid a fish. Telle whish.

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