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[[TOC]] [[Page 607]] [[Page 609]] It is a mere mienerism of this vague of visibilities, mark you, as accorded to by moisturologist of the Brehons Assorceration for the advauncement of scayence because, my dear, mentioning of it under the breath, as in pure (what bunkum!) essenesse, there have been disselving forenenst you just the [[draeper]], the two [[drawpers assisters]] and the three [[droopers assessors]] confraterni- tisers. Who are, of course, Uncle Arth, your two cozes from Niece and (kunject a bit now!) our own familiars, Billyhealy, Bally- hooly and Bullyhowley, surprised in an indecorous position by the Sigurd Sigerson Sphygmomanometer Society for bled- prusshers. Knightsmore. Haventyne? Ha ha! This Mister Ireland? [[And a live]]? Ay, ay. Aye, aye, baas. The cry of Stena chills the vitals of slumbring off the motther has been pleased into the harms of old salaciters, meassurers soon and soon, but the voice of Alina gladdens the cockly- hearted dreamerish for that magic moning with its ching chang chap sugay kaow laow milkee muchee bringing becker- brose, the brew with the foochoor in it. Sawyest? Nodt? Nyets, I dhink I sawn to remumb or sumbsuch. A kind of a thinglike all traylogged then pubably it resymbles a pelvic or some kvind then props an acutebacked quadrangle with aslant off ohahn- thenth a wenchyoumaycuddler, lying with her royalirish upper- shoes among the theeckleaves. Signs are on of a mere by token that wills still to be becoming upon this there once a here was world. As the dayeleyves unfolden them. In the wake of the blackshape, <I>Nattenden Sorte</I>; whenat, hindled firth and hundled furth, the week of wakes is out and over; as a wick weak woking from ennemberable Ashias unto fierce force fuming, temtem tamtam, [[the Phoenican wakes]]. Passing. One. We are passing. Two. From sleep we are pass- ing. Three. Into the wikeawades warld from sleep we are passing. Four. Come, hours, be ours! But still. Ah diar, ah diar! And stay.

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