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| − | granyou and <I>Vae Vinctis</I>, if that is what lamoor that of gentle | + | granyou and <I>Vae Vinctis</I>, if that is what lamoor that of gentle |
| − | + | breast rathe is intaken seems circling toward out yondest (it's | |
| − | breast rathe is intaken seems circling toward out yondest (it's | + | life that's all chokered by that batch of grim rushers) heaven |
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| − | life that's all chokered by that batch of grim rushers) heaven | ||
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help his hindmost and, mark mo, if the so greatly displeaced | help his hindmost and, mark mo, if the so greatly displeaced | ||
| − | + | diorems in the Saint Lubbock's Day number of that most improv- | |
| − | diorems in the Saint Lubbock's Day number of that most improv- | + | ing of roundshows, <I>Spice and Westend Woman</I> (utterly exhausted |
| − | + | before publication, indiapepper edition shortly), are for our in- | |
| − | ing of roundshows, <I>Spice and Westend Woman</I> (utterly exhausted | + | dices, it agins to pear like it, par my fay, and there is no use for your |
| − | + | pastripreaching for to cheesse it either or praying fresh fleshblood | |
| − | before publication, indiapepper edition shortly), are for our in- | + | claspers of young catholick throats on Huggin Green<SUP>1</SUP> to take |
| − | + | warning by the prispast, why?, by cows ∵ man, in shirt, is how | |
| − | dices, it agins to pear like it,par my fay,and there is no use for your | + | he is <I>più la gonna è mobile</I> and ∴ they wonet do ut; and, an you |
| − | + | could peep inside the cerebralised saucepan of this eer illwinded | |
| − | pastripreaching for to cheesse it either or praying fresh fleshblood | + | goodfornobody, you would see in his house of thoughtsam (was |
| − | + | you, that is, decontaminated enough to look discarnate) what a | |
| − | claspers of young catholick throats on Huggin Green | ||
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| − | warning by the prispast, why?, by cows | ||
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| − | he is <I>più la gonna è mobile</I> and | ||
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| − | could peep inside the cerebralised saucepan of this eer illwinded | ||
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| − | goodfornobody, you would see in his house of thoughtsam (was | ||
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| − | you, that is, decontaminated enough to look discarnate) what a | ||
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jetsam litterage of convolvuli of times lost or strayed, of lands | jetsam litterage of convolvuli of times lost or strayed, of lands | ||
| − | + | derelict and of tongues laggin too, longa yamsayore, not only that | |
| − | derelict and of tongues laggin too, longa yamsayore, not only that | + | but, search lighting, beached, bashed and beaushelled <I>à la Mer</I> |
| − | + | pharahead into faturity, your own convolvulis pickninnig capman | |
| − | but, search lighting, beached, bashed and beaushelled <I>à la Mer</I | ||
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| − | pharahead into faturity, your own convolvulis pickninnig capman | ||
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would real to jazztfancy the novo takin place of what stale words | would real to jazztfancy the novo takin place of what stale words | ||
| − | + | whilom were woven with and fitted fairly featly for, so; and | |
| − | whilom were woven with and fitted fairly featly for, so; and | + | equally so, the crame of the whole faustian fustian, whether your |
| − | + | launer's lightsome or your soulard's schwearmood, it is that, | |
| − | equally so, the crame of the whole faustian fustian, whether your | ||
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| − | launer's lightsome or your soulard's schwearmood, it is that, | ||
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whenas the swiftshut scareyss of our pupilteachertaut duplex will | whenas the swiftshut scareyss of our pupilteachertaut duplex will | ||
| − | + | hark back to lark to you symibellically that, though a day be as | |
| − | hark back to lark to you symibellically that, though a day be as | + | dense as a decade, no mouth has the might to set a mearbound to |
| − | + | the march of a landsmaul,<SUP>2</SUP> in half a sylb, helf a solb, holf a salb on- | |
| − | dense as a decade, no mouth has the might to set a mearbound to | + | ward<SUP>3</SUP> the beast of boredom, common sense, lurking gyrographi- |
| − | + | cally down inside his loose Eating S.S. collar is gogoing of | |
| − | the march of a landsmaul, | + | whisth to you sternly how — Plutonic loveliaks twinnt Platonic |
| − | + | yearlings — you must, how, in undivided reawlity draw the line | |
| − | ward | ||
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| − | cally down inside his loose Eating S.S. collar is gogoing of | ||
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| − | whisth to you sternly how | ||
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| − | yearlings | ||
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somewhawre) | somewhawre) | ||
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| − | + | <SUP>1</SUP> Where Buickly of the Glass and Bellows pumped the Rudge engineral. | |
| − | + | <SUP>2</SUP> Matter of Brettaine and brut fierce. | |
| − | + | <SUP>3</SUP> Bussmullah, cried Lord Wolsley, how me Aunty Mag'll row! | |
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Revision as of 15:59, 20 January 2006
granyou and Vae Vinctis, if that is what lamoor that of gentle breast rathe is intaken seems circling toward out yondest (it's life that's all chokered by that batch of grim rushers) heaven help his hindmost and, mark mo, if the so greatly displeaced diorems in the Saint Lubbock's Day number of that most improv- ing of roundshows, Spice and Westend Woman (utterly exhausted before publication, indiapepper edition shortly), are for our in- dices, it agins to pear like it, par my fay, and there is no use for your pastripreaching for to cheesse it either or praying fresh fleshblood claspers of young catholick throats on Huggin Green1 to take warning by the prispast, why?, by cows ∵ man, in shirt, is how he is più la gonna è mobile and ∴ they wonet do ut; and, an you could peep inside the cerebralised saucepan of this eer illwinded goodfornobody, you would see in his house of thoughtsam (was you, that is, decontaminated enough to look discarnate) what a jetsam litterage of convolvuli of times lost or strayed, of lands derelict and of tongues laggin too, longa yamsayore, not only that but, search lighting, beached, bashed and beaushelled à la Mer pharahead into faturity, your own convolvulis pickninnig capman would real to jazztfancy the novo takin place of what stale words whilom were woven with and fitted fairly featly for, so; and equally so, the crame of the whole faustian fustian, whether your launer's lightsome or your soulard's schwearmood, it is that, whenas the swiftshut scareyss of our pupilteachertaut duplex will hark back to lark to you symibellically that, though a day be as dense as a decade, no mouth has the might to set a mearbound to the march of a landsmaul,2 in half a sylb, helf a solb, holf a salb on- ward3 the beast of boredom, common sense, lurking gyrographi- cally down inside his loose Eating S.S. collar is gogoing of whisth to you sternly how — Plutonic loveliaks twinnt Platonic yearlings — you must, how, in undivided reawlity draw the line somewhawre) 1 Where Buickly of the Glass and Bellows pumped the Rudge engineral. 2 Matter of Brettaine and brut fierce. 3 Bussmullah, cried Lord Wolsley, how me Aunty Mag'll row!
