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<TR> <TD></TD> <TD> so and his glumsome grinner otherso. And how </TD><TD></TD></TR> | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD> so and his glumsome grinner otherso. And how </TD><TD></TD></TR> | ||
<TR> <TD></TD> <TD> are you, waggy? <SUP>5</SUP> My animal his sorrafool! </TD><TD></TD></TR> | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD> are you, waggy? <SUP>5</SUP> My animal his sorrafool! </TD><TD></TD></TR> | ||
| − | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD> And trieste, ah trieste ate I my liver! <I>Se non é</I> </TD><TD></TD></TR> | + | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD> [[And trieste, ah trieste ate I my liver!]] <I>Se non é</I> </TD><TD></TD></TR> |
<TR> <TD></TD> <TD> <I>vero son trovatore</I>. O jerry! He was soso, harriot </TD><TD></TD></TR> | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD> <I>vero son trovatore</I>. O jerry! He was soso, harriot </TD><TD></TD></TR> | ||
<TR> <TD></TD> <TD> all! He was sadfellow, steifel! He was mister- </TD><TD></TD></TR> | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD> all! He was sadfellow, steifel! He was mister- </TD><TD></TD></TR> | ||
| − | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD> mysterion. Like a purate out of pensionee with </TD><TD></TD></TR> | + | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD> mysterion. Like a [[purate out of pensionee]] with </TD><TD></TD></TR> |
<TR> <TD></TD> <TD> a gouvernament job. All moanday, tearsday, </TD><TD></TD></TR> | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD> a gouvernament job. All moanday, tearsday, </TD><TD></TD></TR> | ||
<TR> <TD></TD> <TD> wailsday, thumpsday, frightday, shatterday till </TD><TD></TD></TR> | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD> wailsday, thumpsday, frightday, shatterday till </TD><TD></TD></TR> | ||
<TR> <TD></TD> <TD> the fear of the Law. Look at this twitches! </TD><TD></TD></TR> | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD> the fear of the Law. Look at this twitches! </TD><TD></TD></TR> | ||
<TR> <TD></TD> <TD> He was quisquis, floored on his plankraft of </TD><TD></TD></TR> | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD> He was quisquis, floored on his plankraft of </TD><TD></TD></TR> | ||
| − | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD> shittim wood. Look at him! Sink deep or </TD><TD></TD></TR> | + | <TR> <TD></TD> <TD> [[shittim wood]]. Look at him! Sink deep or </TD><TD></TD></TR> |
<TR> <TD> <I>Proscription of</I> </TD> <TD> touch not the Cartesian spring! Want more </TD><TD></TD></TR> | <TR> <TD> <I>Proscription of</I> </TD> <TD> touch not the Cartesian spring! Want more </TD><TD></TD></TR> | ||
<TR> <TD> <I>the Passive.</I> </TD> <TD> ashes, griper? How diesmal he was lying low </TD><TD></TD></TR> | <TR> <TD> <I>the Passive.</I> </TD> <TD> ashes, griper? How diesmal he was lying low </TD><TD></TD></TR> | ||
Latest revision as of 16:17, 8 August 2009
| Illustration. | quam taughtropes. (Spry him! call a blood | |
| lekar! Where's Dr Brassenaarse?) Es war itwas | ||
| in his priesterrite. O He Must Suffer! From this | ||
| misbelieving feacemaker to his noncredible | ||
| fancyflame. 1 Ask for bosthoon, late for Mass, | ||
| pray for blaablaablack sheep. (Sure you could | ||
| wright anny pippap passage, Eye bet, as foyne | ||
| as that moultylousy Erewhig, yerself, mick! | ||
| Nock the muddy nickers! 2 Christ's Church | ||
| varses Bellial!) Dear and he went on to scripple | ||
| Ascription of the | gentlemine born, milady bread, he would pen | |
| Active. | for her, he would pine for her, 3 how he would | |
| patpun fun for all 4 with his frolicky frowner | ||
| so and his glumsome grinner otherso. And how | ||
| are you, waggy? 5 My animal his sorrafool! | ||
| And trieste, ah trieste ate I my liver! Se non é | ||
| vero son trovatore. O jerry! He was soso, harriot | ||
| all! He was sadfellow, steifel! He was mister- | ||
| mysterion. Like a purate out of pensionee with | ||
| a gouvernament job. All moanday, tearsday, | ||
| wailsday, thumpsday, frightday, shatterday till | ||
| the fear of the Law. Look at this twitches! | ||
| He was quisquis, floored on his plankraft of | ||
| shittim wood. Look at him! Sink deep or | ||
| Proscription of | touch not the Cartesian spring! Want more | |
| the Passive. | ashes, griper? How diesmal he was lying low | |
| on his rawside laying siege to goblin castle. | ||
| And, bezouts that, how hyenesmeal he was | ||
| laying him long on his laughside lying sack | ||
| to croakpartridge. (Be thou wars Rolaf's intes- | ||
| 1 And she had to seek a pond's apeace to salve her suiterkins. Sued! | ||
| 2 Excuse theyre christianbrothers irish? | ||
| 3 When she tripped against the briery bush he profused her allover with | ||
| curtsey flowers. | ||
| 4 A nastilow disigraible game. | ||
| 5 Dear old Erosmas. Very glad you are going to Penmark. Write to the | ||
| corner. Grunny Grant. | ||
