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          Siriusly and selenely sure behind the shutter. Securius indicat 
umbris tellurem.
          Date as? Your time of immersion? We are still in drought 
of. . . ?
          Amnis Dominae, Marcus of Corrig. A laughin hunter and 
Purty Sue.
          And crazyheaded Jorn, the bulweh born? 
          Fluteful as his orkan. Ex ugola lenonem. 
          And Jambs, of Delphin's Bourne or (as olders lay) of 
Tophat?
          Dawncing the kniejinksky choreopiscopally like an easter 
sun round the colander, the vice! Taranta boontoday! You
should pree him prance the polcat, you whould sniff him wops
around, you should hear his piedigrotts schraying as his skimpies
skirp a . . .
          Crashedafar Corumbas! A Czardanser indeed! Dervilish 
glad too. Ortovito semi ricordo. The pantaglionic affection
through his blood like a bad influenza in a leap at bounding
point?
          Out of Prisky Poppagenua, the palsied old priamite, home 
from Edwin Hamilton's Christmas pantaloonade, Oropos Roxy
and Pantharhea at the Gaiety, trippudiating round the aria, with
his fiftytwo heirs of age! They may reel at his likes but it's Noeh
Bonum's shin do.
          And whit what was Lillabil Issabil maideve, maid at? 
          Trists and thranes and trinies and traines. 
          A take back to the virgin page, darm it! 
          Ay, graunt ye. 
          The quobus quartet were there too, if I mistake not, as a 
sideline but, pace the contempt of senate, well to the fore, in an
amenessy meeting, metandmorefussed to decide whereagainwhen
to meet themselves flopsome and jerksome, lubber and deliric,
drinking unsteadily through the Kerry quadrilles and Listowel
lancers and mastersinging always with that consecutive fifth of
theirs, eh? Like four wise elephants inandouting under a twelve-
podestalled table?