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| + | [[beetly dead]] whether by land whither by water. Transocean | ||
| + | atalaclamoured him; [[The latter! The latter!]] Shall their hope then | ||
| + | be silent or Macfarlane lack of lamentation? He lay under leagues | ||
| + | of it in deep Bartholoman's Deep. | ||
| + | [[Achdung! Pozor! Attenshune!]] Vikeroy Besights [[Smucky]] | ||
| + | [[Yung Pigeschoolies]]. [[Tri Paisdinernes]] [[Eventyr Med]] Lochlanner | ||
| + | Fathach I [[Fiounnisgehaven]]. Bannalanna Bangs Ballyhooly Out | ||
| + | Of Her Buddaree Of A Bullavogue. | ||
| + | But, their bright little contemporaries notwithstanding, on | ||
| + | the morrowing morn of the suicidal murder of the unrescued ex- | ||
| + | patriate, [[aslike as asnake comes sliduant down that oaktree onto the duke of beavers|aslike as asnake comes sliduant down that oaktree onto]] | ||
| + | [[aslike as asnake comes sliduant down that oaktree onto the duke of beavers|the duke of beavers]], (you may have seen some liquidamber exude | ||
| + | exotic from a balsam poplar at Parteen-a-lax Limestone. Road | ||
| + | and cried [[Abies Magnifica!]] not, noble fir?) a quarter of nine, | ||
| + | imploring his resipiency, saw the infallible spike of smoke's jutstiff | ||
| + | punctual from the [[seventh gable]] of our Quintus Centimachus' | ||
| + | porphyroid [[buttertower]] and then thirsty p.m. with oaths upon | ||
| + | his lastingness ([[En caecos harauspices]]! [[Annos longos patimur]]!) the | ||
| + | lamps of maintenance, [[beaconsfarafield]] [[innerhalf]] the [[zuggurat]], all | ||
| + | brevetnamed, the wasting wyvern, the tawny of his mane, the | ||
| + | swinglowswaying bluepaw, the outstanding man, the lolllike lady, | ||
| + | being litten for the long (O land, how long!) lifesnight, with | ||
| + | suffusion of [[fineglass]] transom and leadlight panes. | ||
| + | Wherefore let it hardly by any being thinking be said either or | ||
| + | thought that the prisoner of that sacred edifice, were he an [[Ivor the Boneless|Ivor]] | ||
| + | [[Ivor the Boneless|the Boneless]] or an [[Olaf the Hide]], was at his best a [[onestone parable|onestone par-]] | ||
| + | [[onestone parable|able]], a rude [[breathing on the void of to be]], a venter hearing his | ||
| + | own [[bauchspeech]] in backwords, or, more strictly, but tristurned | ||
| + | initials, the cluekey to a [[worldroom]] beyond the roomwhorld, for | ||
| + | scarce one, or pathetically few of his [[dode canal]] [[sammenlivers]] | ||
| + | cared seriously or for long to doubt with Kurt Iuld van Dijke | ||
| + | ([[the gravitational pull perceived by certain fixed residents]] and | ||
| + | the capture of uncertain comets chancedrifting through our sys- | ||
| + | tem suggesting an authenticitatem of his [[aliquitudinis]]) the [[canonicity of his existence|canoni-]] | ||
| + | [[canonicity of his existence|city of his existence]] as a [[tesseract]]. Be still, O quick! Speak him | ||
| + | dumb! Hush ye fronds of [[Ulma]]! | ||
Latest revision as of 12:48, 19 January 2014
beetly dead whether by land whither by water. Transocean atalaclamoured him; The latter! The latter! Shall their hope then be silent or Macfarlane lack of lamentation? He lay under leagues of it in deep Bartholoman's Deep. Achdung! Pozor! Attenshune! Vikeroy Besights Smucky Yung Pigeschoolies. Tri Paisdinernes Eventyr Med Lochlanner Fathach I Fiounnisgehaven. Bannalanna Bangs Ballyhooly Out Of Her Buddaree Of A Bullavogue. But, their bright little contemporaries notwithstanding, on the morrowing morn of the suicidal murder of the unrescued ex- patriate, aslike as asnake comes sliduant down that oaktree onto the duke of beavers, (you may have seen some liquidamber exude exotic from a balsam poplar at Parteen-a-lax Limestone. Road and cried Abies Magnifica! not, noble fir?) a quarter of nine, imploring his resipiency, saw the infallible spike of smoke's jutstiff punctual from the seventh gable of our Quintus Centimachus' porphyroid buttertower and then thirsty p.m. with oaths upon his lastingness (En caecos harauspices! Annos longos patimur!) the lamps of maintenance, beaconsfarafield innerhalf the zuggurat, all brevetnamed, the wasting wyvern, the tawny of his mane, the swinglowswaying bluepaw, the outstanding man, the lolllike lady, being litten for the long (O land, how long!) lifesnight, with suffusion of fineglass transom and leadlight panes. Wherefore let it hardly by any being thinking be said either or thought that the prisoner of that sacred edifice, were he an Ivor the Boneless or an Olaf the Hide, was at his best a onestone par- able, a rude breathing on the void of to be, a venter hearing his own bauchspeech in backwords, or, more strictly, but tristurned initials, the cluekey to a worldroom beyond the roomwhorld, for scarce one, or pathetically few of his dode canal sammenlivers cared seriously or for long to doubt with Kurt Iuld van Dijke (the gravitational pull perceived by certain fixed residents and the capture of uncertain comets chancedrifting through our sys- tem suggesting an authenticitatem of his aliquitudinis) the canoni- city of his existence as a tesseract. Be still, O quick! Speak him dumb! Hush ye fronds of Ulma!
